To S---.
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Title
To S---.
Description
The liquid chrystal glitters in thine eye,
The pearly dew drop quivers on they cheek,
Thy snowy bosom heaves the trembling sigh,
What can they grief dispel? - Speak, Lady Speak!
Thy ivory brow with thought is overcast,
Thy dulcet accents tremulously flow,
The purple on thy cheek is fading fast,
What ails thee gentle Lady - may I know.
That nameless something in thy nymph like form
That smothered sigh too, which thou fain wouldst quell
Betray within, a gnawing canker worm:
What gave it birth? Oh gentle Lady tell!
The pearly dew drop quivers on they cheek,
Thy snowy bosom heaves the trembling sigh,
What can they grief dispel? - Speak, Lady Speak!
Thy ivory brow with thought is overcast,
Thy dulcet accents tremulously flow,
The purple on thy cheek is fading fast,
What ails thee gentle Lady - may I know.
That nameless something in thy nymph like form
That smothered sigh too, which thou fain wouldst quell
Betray within, a gnawing canker worm:
What gave it birth? Oh gentle Lady tell!
Creator
J.T.E.
Source
1:48, p. 192
Date
1828.02.22
Collection
Citation
J.T.E., “To S---.,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/117.
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