 | [Poems by Smith in] The Echo |  |
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SONNET III.
Sent to Miss. --- ---,
Now o'er the world hath sober Evening spread
Her ebon-tinctured veil—the stars appear—
The smiling Moon in mildest beauty clear,
As on my hand I press my pensive head.
Her ebon-tinctured veil—the stars appear—
The smiling Moon in mildest beauty clear,
As on my hand I press my pensive head.
While not on earth is heard one echoing tread,
Look thro' the Southern uprais'd window near.
Down on my cheek tear courses after tear—
I think on absent friends, on pleasures fled.
Look thro' the Southern uprais'd window near.
Down on my cheek tear courses after tear—
I think on absent friends, on pleasures fled.
Now all their actions living in my sight
Awake new, mournful, pleasures in my soul,
And each memento gives a fresh delight.
Do not such joys my fair one's mind controul?
They do—I see th' assenting tear descend—
And she will love this trifle for the friend.
Awake new, mournful, pleasures in my soul,
And each memento gives a fresh delight.
Do not such joys my fair one's mind controul?
They do—I see th' assenting tear descend—
And she will love this trifle for the friend.
ELLA.
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