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TO A LADY OF THE SOUTH, |
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 | Something for every body |  |
TO A LADY OF THE SOUTH,
Who, in her smile, look, and voice, recalled the departed Anna.
Smile!—Maid of the orange bower,
Where the sunny land teems,
Fragrant with its fruit and flower!—
From the hazy past, gleams
Vision forth of rosy hue,
Round a sainted form shed!—
'Tis she of the bosom true!
Smiles the dear one, long dead!
Look!—Maid of the isle-girt coast!—
Eyes of heav'nly blue shine,
Angel's mid the seraph host!
In the by-gone hours, thine
Ravish'd thro' my deepest heart,
On the joyous morn wed,
Sudden ere the eve to part!—
Looks the dear one, long dead!
Speak!—Maid of the sea-side home!
Voice of early love's day,
Thrilling, as when wont to roam,
Where the silver moon lay
Pictur'd in the dark lake's wave,
Ere that Indian shaft sped!—
Hark! from her bloody wood's grave
Speaks the dear one, long dead!
Stay!—Maid of the sylph-like form!
Maid of magic voice, stay!
Spell entrancing, vivid, warm,
Soft, embodied!—Oh! stay!—
Vision, at the word farewell,
Like an empty dream's fled!—
Ever in my heart she'll dwell
With the dear one, long dead!
Where the sunny land teems,
Fragrant with its fruit and flower!—
From the hazy past, gleams
Vision forth of rosy hue,
Round a sainted form shed!—
'Tis she of the bosom true!
Smiles the dear one, long dead!
Look!—Maid of the isle-girt coast!—
Eyes of heav'nly blue shine,
Angel's mid the seraph host!
In the by-gone hours, thine
Ravish'd thro' my deepest heart,
On the joyous morn wed,
Sudden ere the eve to part!—
Looks the dear one, long dead!
Speak!—Maid of the sea-side home!
Voice of early love's day,
Thrilling, as when wont to roam,
Where the silver moon lay
Pictur'd in the dark lake's wave,
Ere that Indian shaft sped!—
Hark! from her bloody wood's grave
Speaks the dear one, long dead!
Stay!—Maid of the sylph-like form!
Maid of magic voice, stay!
Spell entrancing, vivid, warm,
Soft, embodied!—Oh! stay!—
Vision, at the word farewell,
Like an empty dream's fled!—
Ever in my heart she'll dwell
With the dear one, long dead!
| Something for every body | |