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SONG OF THE SPOILED BEAUTY.
FROM AN UNPUBLISHED PLAY.
Though you wreathe in my raven hair jewels the rarest,
That ever illumined the brow of a queen,
I should think the least one that were wanting the fairest,
And pout at their lustre in petulant spleen;
Though the Diamond should lighten there, regal in splendour,
The Topaz its sunny glow shed o'er the curl,
And the Emerald's ray tremble, timid and tender,
If the Pearl be not by,—I should sigh for the Pearl!
That ever illumined the brow of a queen,
I should think the least one that were wanting the fairest,
And pout at their lustre in petulant spleen;
Though the Diamond should lighten there, regal in splendour,
The Topaz its sunny glow shed o'er the curl,
And the Emerald's ray tremble, timid and tender,
If the Pearl be not by,—I should sigh for the Pearl!
Tho' you fling at my feet all the loveliest flowers,
That Summer is waking in forest and field,
I should pine 'mid the bloom you had brought from her bowers,
For some little blossom Spring only could yield:
Take the Rose with its passionate beauty and bloom, love,
The Lily so pure, and the Tulip so bright;
Since I miss the sweet Violet's lowly perfume, love,
The Violet only my soul can delight!
That Summer is waking in forest and field,
I should pine 'mid the bloom you had brought from her bowers,
For some little blossom Spring only could yield:
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The Lily so pure, and the Tulip so bright;
Since I miss the sweet Violet's lowly perfume, love,
The Violet only my soul can delight!
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