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| Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn | ||
“A light and lovely thing,
Fair as the opening flower of early spring.
The deep rose crimsoned in her laughing cheek,
And her eyes seemed without the tongue to speak;
Those dark-blue glorious orbs!—oh! summer skies
Were nothing to the heaven of her eyes.
And then she had a witching art
To wile all sadness from the heart;
Wild as the half-tamed gazelle,
She bounded over hill and dell,
Breaking on you when alone
With her sweet and silvery tone,
Dancing to her gentle lute
With her light and fairy foot;
Or to our lone meeting-place
Stealing slow with gentle pace,
To hide among the feathery fern;
And while waiting her return,
I wandered up and down for hours—
She started from amid the flowers,
Wild, and fresh, and bright as they,
To wing again her sportive way.”
Fair as the opening flower of early spring.
The deep rose crimsoned in her laughing cheek,
And her eyes seemed without the tongue to speak;
Those dark-blue glorious orbs!—oh! summer skies
Were nothing to the heaven of her eyes.
And then she had a witching art
To wile all sadness from the heart;
Wild as the half-tamed gazelle,
She bounded over hill and dell,
Breaking on you when alone
With her sweet and silvery tone,
Dancing to her gentle lute
With her light and fairy foot;
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Stealing slow with gentle pace,
To hide among the feathery fern;
And while waiting her return,
I wandered up and down for hours—
She started from amid the flowers,
Wild, and fresh, and bright as they,
To wing again her sportive way.”
| Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn | ||