nina to hervey.—miss bremer.
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Canst thou forget when every twilight tender,
'Mid dews and sweets, beheld our slow steps rove,
And when the nights, which came in starry splendor,
Seemed dim and pallid to our heaven of love?
Canst thou forget?
'Mid dews and sweets, beheld our slow steps rove,
And when the nights, which came in starry splendor,
Seemed dim and pallid to our heaven of love?
Canst thou forget?
Canst thou forget the childlike heart-outpouring
Of her whose faith knew no weak, faltering fears?
The lashes drooped to veil her eyes adoring,
Her speaking silence, and her blissful tears?
Canst thou forget?
Of her whose faith knew no weak, faltering fears?
The lashes drooped to veil her eyes adoring,
Her speaking silence, and her blissful tears?
Canst thou forget?
Canst thou forget the last most mournful meeting,—
The trembling form clasped to thine anguished breast,
The heart against thine own, now wildly beating,
Now fluttering, faint, grief-wrung, and fear-oppressed?
Canst thou forget?
The trembling form clasped to thine anguished breast,
The heart against thine own, now wildly beating,
Now fluttering, faint, grief-wrung, and fear-oppressed?
Canst thou forget?
Canst thou forget, though all Love's spells be broken,
The wild farewell which rent our souls apart?
And that last gift, affection's holiest token,
The severed tress, which lay upon thy heart?
Canst thou forget?
The wild farewell which rent our souls apart?
And that last gift, affection's holiest token,
The severed tress, which lay upon thy heart?
Canst thou forget?
Canst thou forget, beloved one? Comes there never
The angel of sweet visions to thy rest?
The angel of sweet visions to thy rest?
