 | [Poems by Whittier in] Flora's interpreter : or, The American book of flowers and sentiments |  |
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Sentiment [Thou art beautiful, young lady]
Thou art beautiful, young lady;—
But I need not tell thee this,
For few have borne unconsciously
Their spell of loveliness;
And thou art very happy,
For life's sky is bright above thee,
Affection's smile is round thee,
And all who know thee love thee.
But I need not tell thee this,
For few have borne unconsciously
Their spell of loveliness;
And thou art very happy,
For life's sky is bright above thee,
Affection's smile is round thee,
And all who know thee love thee.
Thou are not here—and yet methinks
Thy form is floating by,
With the dark tress shading pleasantly
The softly brilliant eye:
A smile is sleeping on thy lip—
And a faint blush melting through
The light of thy transparent cheek,
Like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
Thy form is floating by,
With the dark tress shading pleasantly
The softly brilliant eye:
A smile is sleeping on thy lip—
And a faint blush melting through
The light of thy transparent cheek,
Like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
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