Songs of a Stranger by Louisa Stuart Costello |
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ON HEARING OF THE CHANGE A SHORT TIME HAD MADE
IN A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. |
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ON HEARING OF THE CHANGE A SHORT TIME HAD MADE IN A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
Art thou so chang'd! so lovely as thou wert
When last I saw thee-lovely, though in sadness;
Those eyes so bright, amidst their melancholy,
Beaming with sweet intelligence; that form,
Graceful and full of majesty, that moved
As the tall palm bows to the sighing breeze!
When last I saw thee-lovely, though in sadness;
Those eyes so bright, amidst their melancholy,
Beaming with sweet intelligence; that form,
Graceful and full of majesty, that moved
As the tall palm bows to the sighing breeze!
Often, when gazing only to admire thee,
I've mark'd the traces that late tears had left;
But sorrow seem'd in thee so beautiful,
None could have wish'd it banish'd from thy brow.
I've mark'd the traces that late tears had left;
But sorrow seem'd in thee so beautiful,
None could have wish'd it banish'd from thy brow.
Ah! like a canker, it has fed upon
The beauteous flow'r that cherish'd it too long,
And, leaf by leaf, the blossom has decay'd!
Beauty was fatal to thee, and it flies,
Like all in whom thy trust reposed:—'tis gone!—
Love, beauty, joy, are fled away for ever;
Sorrow still lingers on, and reigns alone!
The beauteous flow'r that cherish'd it too long,
And, leaf by leaf, the blossom has decay'd!
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Like all in whom thy trust reposed:—'tis gone!—
Love, beauty, joy, are fled away for ever;
Sorrow still lingers on, and reigns alone!
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