 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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Thou art amid the festive halls
Where beauty wakes her spell for thee;
Where music on thy spirit falls
Like moonlight on the sea;
But now while fairer brows are smiling,
And brighter lips thy heart beguiling,
Thinkest thou of me?
Where beauty wakes her spell for thee;
Where music on thy spirit falls
Like moonlight on the sea;
But now while fairer brows are smiling,
And brighter lips thy heart beguiling,
Thinkest thou of me?
Fair forms and faces pass thee by
Like bright creations of a dream;
And love-lit eyes, when thou art nigh,
With softer splendors beam:
Life's gayest witcheries are round thee;
But now while mirth and joy surround thee,
Thinkest thou of me?
Like bright creations of a dream;
And love-lit eyes, when thou art nigh,
With softer splendors beam:
Life's gayest witcheries are round thee;
But now while mirth and joy surround thee,
Thinkest thou of me?
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |