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 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
CIX. LEONOR.
Leonor loved a noble youth,
But light was Leonor's maiden truth;
She left her love for wealth forsooth:
Faithless Leonor!
But light was Leonor's maiden truth;
She left her love for wealth forsooth:
Faithless Leonor!
Now she paces a palace-hall;
Lords and ladies await her call,—
Wearily Leonor turns from all:
Haughty Leonor!
Lords and ladies await her call,—
Wearily Leonor turns from all:
Haughty Leonor!
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Leonor lies on a couch of down;
The jewel-light of a ducal crown
Gleams through her tresses of sunlit brown:
Beautiful Leonor!
The jewel-light of a ducal crown
Gleams through her tresses of sunlit brown:
Beautiful Leonor!
Leonor's robe is a tissue of gold,
Flashing with splendour in every fold;
Bracelets of gems on her arms are roll'd:
Radiant Leonor!
Flashing with splendour in every fold;
Bracelets of gems on her arms are roll'd:
Radiant Leonor!
Diamonds sparkle in Leonor's zone,
With a star-like glory in every stone;
But the heart they smile over is cold and lone:
Joyless Leonor!
With a star-like glory in every stone;
But the heart they smile over is cold and lone:
Joyless Leonor!
To be free once more she would give them all,—
The crown, the couch, and the sculptured hall,
And the robe with its rich and shining fall:
Poor, poor Leonor!
The crown, the couch, and the sculptured hall,
And the robe with its rich and shining fall:
Poor, poor Leonor!
Like a captive bird, through her cage's bar
Of gold, she looks on her home afar,
And it woos her there like a holy star:
Vainly, Leonor!
Of gold, she looks on her home afar,
And it woos her there like a holy star:
Vainly, Leonor!
Leonor's lip has lost its bloom,
Her proud blue eyes are dark with gloom;
She will sleep in peace in her early tomb:
Lonely Leonor!
Her proud blue eyes are dark with gloom;
She will sleep in peace in her early tomb:
Lonely Leonor!
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |