Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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MEDORA TO CONRAD.
I
We met, my Conrad!—From that hourMy every thought reflected thee;
If but a cloud did o'er thee lour
Medora prayed its shade might flee.
II
Thou wert my God,—my guide,—my all,—The lode-star of my waking hours;
Thy voice in ev'ry breeze did call;—
I saw thee in the perfum'd flow'rs.
III
I rear'd an altar to thy name,—I worshipped at no other shrine;—
Ah! brightly blazed love's lambent flame,
Still, still my heart is wholly thine!
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||