 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
XXX. Sleeper's Countenance contemplated.
Duke.There smiles methinks
A cherished dream, that lies upon her lips
As the word love deep written in a rose,
With which the story of our youth begins.
Could'st thou but see whose image so delights her!
Ziba.
Her thoughts are far from us in early childhood:
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And half-forgotten times.
D. I. B.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |