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Thomas Cole's poetry

the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century

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82. Lines suggested by a picture painted by Weir, in which a lady is seen sitting at a window gazing on the sea, whilst a youth at her side is playing the guitar—
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82.
Lines suggested by a picture painted by Weir, in which a lady is seen sitting at a window gazing on the sea, whilst a youth at her side is playing the guitar—

A lady sat by a window high
And gaz'd upon the sea
The tear drops came in her beauteous eye
And hung there tremblingly.
And a gallant youth was at her side:
He looked not on the sea
But touching the sweet guitar he cried
“Oh lady! list to me.”
“For thy beauty is to me the world
My love a drainless sea,
Pure as the sky that is now unfurl'd
A stainless canopy.
“Oh turn those eyes, which are my heav'n
From off the vacant sea
Let not thy tears to the waves be given
On my bosom let them be.”
She heard not though truth with music fell
But still gaz'd on the sea
For where the mind delights to dwell
The eyes would gladly be.
Her heart is with yon lessening sail
As it fades o'er the sea,
And if a loving maiden's tears avail
'Twill glide on pleasantly?
And swift for the sake of one it hears
Return o'er the quiet sea,
And grief the source of those flowing tears
Be chang'd to extacy.