 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
A CHARACTER.
O do not call him false, nor say
That, like an Eastern khan, his heart
Admits new guests each coming day,
And careless sees the old depart.
That, like an Eastern khan, his heart
Admits new guests each coming day,
And careless sees the old depart.
'Tis rather like some idol fane,
Where crowds of pilgrims pass the gate,
And kneel in homage brief as vain,
While but one priestess there may wait.
Where crowds of pilgrims pass the gate,
And kneel in homage brief as vain,
While but one priestess there may wait.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |