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TO A LADY IN A REVERIE.

OH! let me gaze on that still brow, fair dame,
And read the secrets of that pensive eye!
What are thy thoughts?-all tranquil as the scene,
Or does yon cloud that shades the summer moon,
Rest on thy face and fortunes? Is it love,

Brooding o'er cherish'd cares with delicate wing,
That holds thee so entranced? or can sharp sorrow
Touch with its envious tooth that form superb?
Perchance it is not love-perchance not woe,
But memory's spell that binds thee, o'er the past
Pondering with deep emotion; deep yet still ;
The gentle musing of some life serene,

As yet that knows no grief, but through the world
As in a garden of delight hath roamed,

Perfumed with bright prosperity!

Sweet lady!

Thy face I see not, yet methinks that form
Is one that I should know, an altar, surely,
Whereon my faith is pledged with holiest creed,
No doubt can e'er disturb. A beauty thine,
To make full many sigh, yet rarer gifts
Than beauty to thy lot; a soul most pure,
A generous spirit, and a heart most true,
And all the charms of fancy like the spring,
Tender, and sweet, and gay.

I will not wake

Thy gentle spirit from its reverie,