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ON A PORTRAIT, BY MASQUERIER, OF A LADY STANDING BEFORE A GLASS.
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ON A PORTRAIT, BY MASQUERIER, OF A LADY STANDING BEFORE A GLASS.
SHE WAS THEN DYING OF A CONSUMPTION.
She looks within the mirror, and her form
Is from its dazzling crystal given again
In living beauty; yet a hueless charm
Is on the lip; the blue pellucid vein
Wanders across a brow, where silent pain
Sheds paleness on its polish'd ivory.
The crimson of that cheek has felt the stain
Of tears, that flow'd unseen by human eye,
As from her pillow rose her midnight prayer—to die.
Is from its dazzling crystal given again
In living beauty; yet a hueless charm
Is on the lip; the blue pellucid vein
Wanders across a brow, where silent pain
Sheds paleness on its polish'd ivory.
The crimson of that cheek has felt the stain
Of tears, that flow'd unseen by human eye,
As from her pillow rose her midnight prayer—to die.
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And so she died,—in early beauty died,
A violet by its first soft shower decay'd:
A flash of radiance on life's changing tide,
Just seen and loved, and sunk in evening's shade;
A young sweet star, just rising, but to fade;
And this fair image smiling in sad bloom
On her, so soon in quiet to be laid,
Looks like her angel, in its meekness come,
To tell her of the tomb, her calm, her hallow'd tomb.
A violet by its first soft shower decay'd:
A flash of radiance on life's changing tide,
Just seen and loved, and sunk in evening's shade;
A young sweet star, just rising, but to fade;
And this fair image smiling in sad bloom
On her, so soon in quiet to be laid,
Looks like her angel, in its meekness come,
To tell her of the tomb, her calm, her hallow'd tomb.
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