It is a poem full of affection, but not, I think, romantic love. They know that Stella is slowly dying, but there is a flash of charming humour in these lines:
"Nor think on our approaching ills,
And talk of spectacles and pills.
To-morrow will be time enough
To hear such mortifying stuff."
Stella's character sounds intriguing - she is sickly, yet has also helped the sick from what Swift says in this poem. I was wondering how old she was when she died?
You, to whose care so oft I owe
That I'm alive to tell you so.
Very moving. And telling.
It is a poem full of affection, but not, I think, romantic love. They know that Stella is slowly dying, but there is a flash of charming humour in these lines:
"Nor think on our approaching ills,
And talk of spectacles and pills.
To-morrow will be time enough
To hear such mortifying stuff."
Stella's character sounds intriguing - she is sickly, yet has also helped the sick from what Swift says in this poem. I was wondering how old she was when she died?
She was 46.