Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1839/The Sisters
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THE SISTERS.
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THE SISTERS.
The morning light is in their hair,
Golden as ever sunbeams were;
The morning light is in their eyes,
Azure as ever were the skies:
And every thing in each sweet face
Is touched with gladness and with grace;
The tones are such as might beseem
The colours of a noontide dream;
Some dream, that from external things
Borrows the hues that light its wings,
And some young sleeper’s head is laid
On violets in a pleasant shade.
So like they are—as roses grow
Self-same upon the self-same bough,
While just some slight shades intervene,
To mark a change more felt than seen—
As like they are—as nature, loth
To make a difference, modelled both
To the same shape—it was so fair
That not a grace was left to spare.
With the same fantasy she hung
Like music upon either tongue;
And when their silver laughter came,
Whose sweet laugh was it, none might name.
So much for every outward sign.—
The inward world hath deeper shrine;
And never beating heart was known
Without a likeness of its own.
Only in face the same—each heart
Had a sweet empire kept apart,
Change infinite asserts its claim—
Like—lovely—loved,—but not the same.