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miscellaneous poems.
As to the sun, the glorious sun,
The bending Persian prays—
And lingers till he views no more
Its light, nor ceases to adore;
In gloom, its parted rays.
The bending Persian prays—
And lingers till he views no more
Its light, nor ceases to adore;
In gloom, its parted rays.
So, o 'er my heart, my faithful heart,
The love that budded there—
Still clings, as when in youth it clung;
For memory, constant memory flung,
With fond and anxious care.
The love that budded there—
Still clings, as when in youth it clung;
For memory, constant memory flung,
With fond and anxious care.
So many thoughts—so many thoughts,
Of bliss, of joy, of pain—
When I would tear thee from my mind,
Her magic spells thine image bind—
The effort is in vain.
Of bliss, of joy, of pain—
When I would tear thee from my mind,
Her magic spells thine image bind—
The effort is in vain.
Then, not to me—oh I not to me
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
