lizzie.
181
WHAT CAN BE THE MATTER WITH LIZZIE?
What can be the matter with Lizzie to-night?
Her eyes, that in tears were so touchingly tender,
For twenty-four hours have been filling with light,
Till I scarcely dare meet their bewildering splendor.
Her eyes, that in tears were so touchingly tender,
For twenty-four hours have been filling with light,
Till I scarcely dare meet their bewildering splendor.
You'd almost imagine a star had been lighted
Within her—a new-born and beautiful flame,
To bless with its pure ray her spirit benighted,
And smile thro' those eyes to which sorrow's cloud came.
Within her—a new-born and beautiful flame,
To bless with its pure ray her spirit benighted,
And smile thro' those eyes to which sorrow's cloud came.
What can be the matter with Lizzie!—her cheek,
That of late has been dimpleless, colorless, cold,
Has gather'd a glow and a glory, that speak
Like an eloquent voice of a rapture untold.
That of late has been dimpleless, colorless, cold,
Has gather'd a glow and a glory, that speak
Like an eloquent voice of a rapture untold.
What can be the matter with Lizzie!—her tone,
That was doubting and faint in its low melody
That was doubting and faint in its low melody
