SHE is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
smiled on me;
O, then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light!
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they neer reply,
And yet I cease not to behold
love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
SHE passd away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely
The meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grewwhile
Crept on, unfeard, unnoted.
Love was her guardian Angel here,
But Love to Death resignd her;
Tho Love was kind, why
should we fear
But holy Death is kinder?
WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued
our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, askd not why
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
man is more than half of natures treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music
which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their
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