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MYRA.
UNBLEST is Woman, when she roves
In Love's unconsecrated groves.
Gay though they look at distance view'd,
There hatches Shame her owlet-brood;
And there from every treacherous copse
Some croaking Sorrow mocks her hopes.
In Love's unconsecrated groves.
Gay though they look at distance view'd,
There hatches Shame her owlet-brood;
And there from every treacherous copse
Some croaking Sorrow mocks her hopes.
Phantoms of Fear about her glide;
Remorse is ever at her side;
Guilt glitters in her conscious eyes,
And lures the light from cloudy skies,
The baleful light that rides the wind
When storm and thunder shake the mind.
Remorse is ever at her side;
Guilt glitters in her conscious eyes,
And lures the light from cloudy skies,
The baleful light that rides the wind
When storm and thunder shake the mind.
Fair Dreamers of Arcadian dreams!
To you the verse a fable seems.
Will Myra's lot as vainly speak?
Her alter'd eye and faded cheek
Like Your's were Love and Beauty's pride
Before those fatal bowers she tried.
To you the verse a fable seems.
Will Myra's lot as vainly speak?
Her alter'd eye and faded cheek
Like Your's were Love and Beauty's pride
Before those fatal bowers she tried.
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