the old album.
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The eye that flashed with Passion's ray,
Unalterably bright?—
How changed!—long years have stolen away
That wild, fantastic light.
Unalterably bright?—
How changed!—long years have stolen away
That wild, fantastic light.
Ha! my gay cousin!—thou whose mirth
Was never on the wane!
I read thy sonnet, till I deem
Thou'rt by my side again,
With thy wild laughter ringing free,
Thy sly and merry air!
That time is gone; thy manly brow
A graver look doth wear.
Was never on the wane!
I read thy sonnet, till I deem
Thou'rt by my side again,
With thy wild laughter ringing free,
Thy sly and merry air!
That time is gone; thy manly brow
A graver look doth wear.
What fairy fingers held the pen
That traced this dainty page?
It bears the date of other years,
And seems quite pale with age.
Ah ! I remember me of one
Just then become a bride;
She smiles a careful matron now,
With prattlers at her side.
That traced this dainty page?
It bears the date of other years,
And seems quite pale with age.
Ah ! I remember me of one
Just then become a bride;
She smiles a careful matron now,
With prattlers at her side.
