the star and the flower.
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THE STAR AND THE FLOWER;
OR, THE TWO PETS.
"Ad ogni uccello,
Suo nodo é bello."
Suo nodo é bello."
Ah yours, with her light-waving hair,
That droops to her shoulders of snow,
And her cheek, where the palest and purest of roses
Most faintly and tenderly glow!
That droops to her shoulders of snow,
And her cheek, where the palest and purest of roses
Most faintly and tenderly glow!
There is something celestial about her;
I never behold the fair child,
Without thinking she's pluming invisible wings
For a region more holy and mild.
I never behold the fair child,
Without thinking she's pluming invisible wings
For a region more holy and mild.
There is so much of pure seraph-fire
Within the dark depths of her eye,
That I feel a resistless and earnest desire
To hold her for fear she should fly.
Within the dark depths of her eye,
That I feel a resistless and earnest desire
To hold her for fear she should fly.
