Thirteen years for Osiana
John Clare Stokes
Oh Osiana! We shall never know
Why to Benton you came into a world of kerosene
fat lighter walls and woods that seem
To stretch forever above the lanterns glow
Oh Osiana! Too dark were the long Needmore nights
the need to always trim the lamps
set high above your outstretched hands
When to you the stars offered enough light
Oh Osiana! Oil upon your gown of pure cotton
Too angelic for the time you came
Surrounded in the glare of a terrible flame
Too soon after that full moon your dying done
Oh Osiana! Why to a world of kerosene did you come!
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