Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems

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ONCE more the people meet,
With glad expectant faces: once again
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I.

MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring
Checks with capricious frown the opening year,
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LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
(I saw there a girl that seemed pretty)
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THEY loved one another! young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife.
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'The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
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I.

THOU! whose impassion'd face
The Painter loves to trace,
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But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope,
No day pass'd by without some gentle deed,
Let us not 'mourn like them that have no hope,'
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I.

WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond,
My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure,
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THE captive pirate sate alone,
Musing over triumphs gone,
Gazing on the clear blue sky
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OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave;
Let it not in like manner pass away
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