 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
LOVE'S VIGIL.
She slumbered, and unseen I gazed
Upon her gentle brow;
The eye, where so much brightness blazed
Was closed in darkness now;
And yet its glories scarce were hid
Beneath that soft and shadowy lid.
Upon her gentle brow;
The eye, where so much brightness blazed
Was closed in darkness now;
And yet its glories scarce were hid
Beneath that soft and shadowy lid.
She slumbered, and her velvet lip
Was like the folded rose,
Ere yet the bee its sweets could sip,
Or mar its calm repose;
O! language were too cold and weak,
Its silent eloquence to speak.
Was like the folded rose,
Ere yet the bee its sweets could sip,
Or mar its calm repose;
O! language were too cold and weak,
Its silent eloquence to speak.
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She slumbered; o'er her placid face
A gleam of softness came,
And while I watched its winning grace,
I heard her breathe my name;
Blest be the heart that thus could keep
Love's vivid memories e'en in sleep.
A gleam of softness came,
And while I watched its winning grace,
I heard her breathe my name;
Blest be the heart that thus could keep
Love's vivid memories e'en in sleep.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |