Marcian Colonna An Italian Tale with Three Dramatic Scenes and Other Poems: By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter] |
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STANZAS.
She died—she died;—yet, still to me
She comes, in sad and sober dreaming,
And from her hair a pale light streaming
Shews her as she was wont to be.
She comes, in sad and sober dreaming,
And from her hair a pale light streaming
Shews her as she was wont to be.
She stands in beauty by me still:
Alas! that Death two hearts should sever,
(The father and the child) who ever
Loved, and were so inseparable.
Alas! that Death two hearts should sever,
(The father and the child) who ever
Loved, and were so inseparable.
Still are her brow and bosom white;
Her raven hair the one adorning,
And her eyes, sweet as the break of morning,
Shine thro' like stars from the darkest night.
Her raven hair the one adorning,
And her eyes, sweet as the break of morning,
Shine thro' like stars from the darkest night.
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If the quick lustre of her eye—
(Can such then sparkle from the grave?)
Be false, may I live still the slave
Of this so charming phantasy.
(Can such then sparkle from the grave?)
Be false, may I live still the slave
Of this so charming phantasy.
It matters not, to me, from what
Or whom she gains her beauty now;
I see my child's own sinless brow,
And die—if I believe it not.
Or whom she gains her beauty now;
I see my child's own sinless brow,
And die—if I believe it not.
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