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THE GREEK GIRL.
BY L. E. L.
Oh! not as I could once have sung, not as I once could sing—
Alas! my heart has lost a pulse, my lute has lost a string!
There was a time this pictured scroll had bodied forth to me
A thousand fair and fairy thoughts that never more can be.
I once had read beneath the lash of that blue down-cast eye,
Whose depths are love's own azure world—its world of phantasy—
A thousand dreams, the fanciful of youth's enchanted hour,
When the heart, begirt with dreams, is like an early rose in flower,
H2
