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ON A PICTURE.
ON A PICTURE.
Why bends she o’er that glittering toy
With such an earnest gaze,
As if those flashing jewels cast
Love glances in their rays?
With such an earnest gaze,
As if those flashing jewels cast
Love glances in their rays?
By that high, thought-enthronéd brow—
That deep and soul-lit eye,
I know ’tis not the passing dream
Of woman’s vanity.
That deep and soul-lit eye,
I know ’tis not the passing dream
Of woman’s vanity.
I know that in its golden links
Some talisman is set,
And for the heart it rests upon,
’Tis Love’s own amulet.
Some talisman is set,
And for the heart it rests upon,
’Tis Love’s own amulet.
Oh, may that heart, so joyous now,
No heavier burden bear;
The beauty of that noble brow,
No deeper shadow wear.
No heavier burden bear;
The beauty of that noble brow,
No deeper shadow wear.
