Mimma Bella By Eugene Lee-Hamilton: With portrait of author |
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Do you remember how, with Fancy's hand,
We shaped her future as in living clay;
Modelled her life, and saw the child display
Each day fresh charm, and beauty's lines expand?
We shaped her future as in living clay;
Modelled her life, and saw the child display
Each day fresh charm, and beauty's lines expand?
And how, before our love could understand
What Fate was working, lo, we found one day
The image finished as but God's hand may;
And it was Death's chill marble that we scann'd?
What Fate was working, lo, we found one day
The image finished as but God's hand may;
And it was Death's chill marble that we scann'd?
How well I see her on her cold white bed,
Between the branch of olive and the palm,
The little cross of pearls upon her breast;
Between the branch of olive and the palm,
The little cross of pearls upon her breast;
And oh, the frozen beauty of the head,
The clear-cut lips, interminably calm,
The eyelids sealed in pale seraphic rest!
The clear-cut lips, interminably calm,
The eyelids sealed in pale seraphic rest!
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