to lizzie.
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Like a captive bird, through her cage's bar
Of gold, she looks on her home afar,
And it woos her there like a holy star.
Vainly, Leonor
Of gold, she looks on her home afar,
And it woos her there like a holy star.
Vainly, Leonor
Leonor's lip has lost its bloom,
Her proud blue eyes are dark with gloom;
She will sleep in peace in her early tomb.
Lonely Leonor!
Her proud blue eyes are dark with gloom;
She will sleep in peace in her early tomb.
Lonely Leonor!
TO LIZZIE.
Mine own sweet sister, wheresoe'er I go
I hear thy voice melodiously low;
Thine eyes, thy soft, dark, eloquent, loving eyes,
Before me in remember'd beauty rise!
I hear thy voice melodiously low;
Thine eyes, thy soft, dark, eloquent, loving eyes,
Before me in remember'd beauty rise!
Doth nature robe her form in rich array,
Wreathing her brow with stars for jewels rare
Zoning her waist with the green moss of May,
And broid'ring all her vest with blossoms fair?
Wreathing her brow with stars for jewels rare
Zoning her waist with the green moss of May,
And broid'ring all her vest with blossoms fair?
