 | The Knight and The Enchantress |  |
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SONNET.
Love! at whose mention e'en youth's quick heart stirs:
Alas! why art thou Care's too fond ally,
While Sorrow, like thy shadow, still dwells nigh?
Alas! that thy most true interpreters
Should be—though many a prayer thy lip prefers—
The evanescent blush—the tear—the sigh—
And these thine emblems too!—so thou dost fly;
So thou dost melt and pass;—and fondly errs
The heart that trusts in thee:—however fair
Thy promise may appear!—as from the gaze
That evanescent blush—though rich and rare—
Sinks fast away;—scarce one bright moment stays,
As fleets the tear—as melts the sigh in air—
So thou takest flight an hundred thousand ways!
Alas! why art thou Care's too fond ally,
While Sorrow, like thy shadow, still dwells nigh?
Alas! that thy most true interpreters
Should be—though many a prayer thy lip prefers—
The evanescent blush—the tear—the sigh—
And these thine emblems too!—so thou dost fly;
So thou dost melt and pass;—and fondly errs
The heart that trusts in thee:—however fair
Thy promise may appear!—as from the gaze
That evanescent blush—though rich and rare—
Sinks fast away;—scarce one bright moment stays,
As fleets the tear—as melts the sigh in air—
So thou takest flight an hundred thousand ways!
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