Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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A SMILE. |
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A SMILE.
Thy smile! 'twas as ten thousand stars were born
At once, then snatched away 'twixt Gloom and Morn;
Or as upon the bosom of deep night,
Sudden there hung an infant Day, too bright!
At once, then snatched away 'twixt Gloom and Morn;
Or as upon the bosom of deep night,
Sudden there hung an infant Day, too bright!
Thy smile!—my Soul grows Sunshine in its ray!
Aye! as when the Orb of Light hath burst away
From April clouds, (till they even glowed and blushed!)
My Thoughts all golden, grow—my Dreams all flushed!—
Aye! as when the Orb of Light hath burst away
From April clouds, (till they even glowed and blushed!)
My Thoughts all golden, grow—my Dreams all flushed!—
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