 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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CONSTANCY.
BLUE CANTERBURY-BELL.
Through the fragrant grove of olives, with a dark-eyed child of Spain,
I have often whiled the hours, since I crossed the moaning main;
But the soul in those soft, brilliant eyes, the low, melodious tone,
Bade mournful thoughts of thee arise, my beautiful, my own!
I have often whiled the hours, since I crossed the moaning main;
But the soul in those soft, brilliant eyes, the low, melodious tone,
Bade mournful thoughts of thee arise, my beautiful, my own!
'Mid the vines of sunny France, love, I have twined the silken curl,
And met the merry kisses, of a light and laughing girl.
And richly waved the glittering tress, and wildly woke her glee!—
I pined the more for thy caress—more fondly thought of thee!
And met the merry kisses, of a light and laughing girl.
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I pined the more for thy caress—more fondly thought of thee!
A haughty, high-born English maid, oft shares, with me, the dance;—
Italia's daughter bends on me, her full, impassioned glance;—
Nor graceful mien—nor dimpled bloom—nor look of loving light,
Can win this faithful soul from thee, my purest, and most bright!
Italia's daughter bends on me, her full, impassioned glance;—
Nor graceful mien—nor dimpled bloom—nor look of loving light,
Can win this faithful soul from thee, my purest, and most bright!
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