Louisa Stuart Costello Poems

June


The high grass waves, with varied hues
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On the Discovery of the Cape of Good Hope,
or Cape of Storms
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Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright,

Thy voice was melody;
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'Tis the spot where we parted—
Oh! never again
Can its breeze or its blossoms
Awake but to pain.
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My ev'ry thought and wish was thine;
Alas! thou know'st too well—
The ties that bind thy soul and mine,
How lasting need I tell.
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Why look'd I on that fatal line?
Why did I pray that page to see?
Too well I knew no word of thine
Was fraught with aught but pain to me.
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By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
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In early days thy fondness taught
My soul its endless love to know;
Thy image waked in every thought,
Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so.
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The transient time, for ever past,

How shall I dare review!—
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Thou wert lovely to my sight,
When in yonder dell I found thee
In thy radiant beauty bright,
Though a desert spread around thee;
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