Life, a romantic poem

Sarah Frances Overton Partridge

Life, a romantic poem

This poem of a young mother’s delight at her baby girl’s beauty comes from the 1920s. What romanticism: Lord Byron done proud! The author is Susannah Brooks Overton, and her daughter, the little girl of the lyrics, is Sarah Frances Overton Partridge. Sarah died in April this year. Her family printed this poem in the bulletin for the memorial service. Thanks to them for permission to publish here.

Sarah’s family and Piedmont Pine Coffins come together in the 2015 Lisa Sorg documentary A Sense of the Fitness of Things.

To Sarah

From my window, looking south,

Lies a meadow, near the house.

Flowers and grass and trees are there,

Birds are winging through the air.

A little brooklet singing there

Lends a charm and beauty rare.

Oft there comes into this view,

Far surpassing every hue,

Precious blue-eyed baby fair,

Come to gather flowers there.

Now I see her stooping where

Buttercups and daisies are;

Now she’s playing hide and seek,

Where the timid violets peep.

Now with bold agility

Swinging on the dogwood tree.

Woodland fairy, butterfly,

Cherub gently floating by!

Humming bird or honey bee

In and out ‘mong flower and tree.

All of these, sweet baby mine,

As compared to radiance thine,

Are as clouds to bright sunshine.

Could I paint thee as thou art

Stamped in love upon my heart.

All within the realms of art,

All that Masters ever wrought

To thy picture would be naught.

Happy childhood, free from care;

Flower of childhood playing there,

Finding all of happiness

In a flower to caress.