Amir Khan, and Other Poems Lucretia Maria Davidson

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TO MY SISTER. [written In Her Fifteenth Tear.] When evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven- When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancys sportive ear is given- When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye- When Nature, softened by her light, Seems calmly, solemnly to lie - Then, when our thoughts are raised above This world, and all this world can give- See Biographical Sketch.

Oh, sister, sing the song I love, And tears ofgratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosoms core, And hovering, trembles, half afraid- O sister, sing the song textit{once more Which neer for mortal ear was made. Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day- Notes borne by angels purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. . When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou textit{still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love.

CUPIDS BOWER. [written In Her Fifteenth Tear.] Am 1 in fairy land ? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted bower Ive found my way ? Sure luckless wight was never more beguiled In woodland maze, or closely-tangled wild. And is this Cupids realm ? if so, good bye ! Cupid, and Cupids votaries, I fly- No offering to his altar do I bring, No bleeding heartâ?”or hymeneal ring. What though he proudly marshals his array Of conquered hearts, still bleeding in his way: Of sighs, of kisses sweet, of glances sly, Playing around some darkly-beauteous eye ?

What though the rose of beauty opening wide, Blooms but for him, and fans his lordly pride ? What though his garden boasts the faire...



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