Poems by Marietta Holley
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That quivering, shining, led from sight,
Ending afar in the sunset sheen. And the Lady Cecile Cried with her lips that erst were dumb "See! am I not true? your flower I wore," And her thin hand eagerly touched the flower, "He is smiling upon me! yes, love, I come." And a pleasant light, like the light of home, Lit her eyes, and life and pain were o'er To the Lady Cecile. HOME. A spirit is out to-night! His steeds are the winds; oh, list, How he madly sweeps o'er the clouds, And scatters the driving mist. We will let the curtains fall Between us and the storm; Wheel the sofa up to the hearth, Where the fire is glowing warm. Little student, leave your book, And come and sit by my side; If you dote on Tennyson so, |
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