They laid her in the coffin,
When the breath of life had fled,
And a soft and satin pillow
Was placed beneath her head;
And round her form was folded
A robe of silken white,
And the lid was closed and fastened,
Shutting out the cheerful light.
But near those lifeless fingers
Is placed a little spring,
That with the slightest motion
The lid will open fling.
So to the tomb the mourners
Have borne her from away,
And back to their cheerless dwelling
Have gone to weep and pray.
There safe will be her resting,
For the door is bolted tight;
None shall disturb the sleeper
Through her long and silent night.
The door is barred and bolted,
But the lock hath so been planned,
That a key within turns only
By that dead sleeper’s hand.
And in her silent dwelling,
A bell, of solemn tone,
Is hung where none can move it,
Save her dead hand alone.
To her long home they’ve borne her,
In her silken winding sheet,
And many a stricken mourner,
Hath gone about the street.
And now the still night cometh –
The moon is over head,
And in their homes the living
Sleep soundly as the dead.
But there’s one lonely watcher,
O’er whom sleep hath no power;
She looks from out the window,
Long past the midnight hour.
It is the weeping mother;
Her eyes are on the tomb,
And her heart is with that daughter,
Cut down in maiden bloom.
Why starts that mother wildly?
Why is her cheek so red?
Why from that window farther
Still leaneth out of head?
She turneth to her chamber,
And crieth out for joy;
She calleth to her husband,
And to her darling boy –
“Arise, arise, O husband!
The dear, lost child is found;
The solemn bell is ringing;
I hear the heavenly sound.”
Then forth into the graveyard
Full quickly they have sped;
And that strong door is opened,
Where sleeps the lovely dead.
And there they saw their daughter,
As the moonbeams on her fell,
In her narrow coffin sitting,
Ringing that solemn bell.[3]
Works Referenced
Bondeson, Jan. Buried Alive: The Terrifying History of Our Most Primal Fear. New York: W.W. Norton and Company, 2001.
Smith, Seba. “The Life -Preserving Coffin.” The Rover: A Weekly Magazine of Tales, Poetry, and Engravings. Vol. 2. Ed. Seba Smith. New York: S.B. Dean and Company, 1844. 281-282.
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[1] Smith, 281.
[2] Bondeson, 183-237.
[3] Smith, 281-282.
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