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TO ALICE'S PICTURE |
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TO ALICE'S PICTURE
Unconscious child, fair pictured Phantasy!
More than thy song I from those lips have heard,
More than thy thought have guessed in look and word,
More than thyself mine eyes adore in thee!
Thou art the promise of Earth's joy to be,—
Days to our days by Fate how far preferred!
By stranger loveliness more softly stirred,
By purer passions taught tranquillity.
More than thy song I from those lips have heard,
More than thy thought have guessed in look and word,
More than thyself mine eyes adore in thee!
Thou art the promise of Earth's joy to be,—
Days to our days by Fate how far preferred!
By stranger loveliness more softly stirred,
By purer passions taught tranquillity.
Nay, hoped I not thro' Death's swift-soaring ways
Mine own poor self some glory unknown to know,—
If, slowly darkening from delightful days,
I to mere night must gird myself and go,—
Then on thy face I should not dare to gaze
For wild rebellion and for yearning woe.
Mine own poor self some glory unknown to know,—
If, slowly darkening from delightful days,
I to mere night must gird myself and go,—
Then on thy face I should not dare to gaze
For wild rebellion and for yearning woe.
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