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From The Mirror of Literature, Amusement and Instruction, 1837, Supplement,
page 422
GIULIETTA GRISI.
I heard her, and the air was filled
With one delicious song;
Such as when leaves and flowers are hushed
The night hours bear along;
When singing to the sweet south west,
The nightingale broods o'er her nest.
I saw her, and the large dark eyes,
Were lit with heart and thought;
A thousand fairy fantasies,
By that sweet face were brought.
Lady art thou what thou dost seem,
Or art thou but a lovely dream?
