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POEMS.
Eyes that oft have dwelt on mine,
Star of Eve! behold thee shine:
Oh! that each loved face could be
Mirror'd in thine orb to me.
Star of Eve! behold thee shine:
Oh! that each loved face could be
Mirror'd in thine orb to me.
Paler grows each trembling ray;
'Neath the sun thy glories die,
Fading, like my hopes, away,
In yon blue and distant sky.
Thoughts, that by thy welcome beam
Seem recalled as in a dream;
And the joys thou bring'st to me,
Star of Eve! they die with thee.
H. A.
'Neath the sun thy glories die,
Fading, like my hopes, away,
In yon blue and distant sky.
Thoughts, that by thy welcome beam
Seem recalled as in a dream;
And the joys thou bring'st to me,
Star of Eve! they die with thee.
H. A.
THE LAY OF THE GIPSY.
List ye to me! list ye to me!
Do ye not envy my life, so free?
Do ye not envy my boundless range,
From city to city, in varying change?
All ye who are tied to your homes so tame,
Where each lagging moment is still the same,
Away with such bondage! no life for me,
Save that which is led by the gipsy free.
Do ye not envy my life, so free?
Do ye not envy my boundless range,
From city to city, in varying change?
All ye who are tied to your homes so tame,
Where each lagging moment is still the same,
Away with such bondage! no life for me,
Save that which is led by the gipsy free.
