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To Leonora.
TO LEONORA .
MY dream is o ' er ! the vision ' s past That gave to life its brightest charm Amid the -world ' s dark gloom ; I wake to find those joys have fled In wliich my fancy revelled—Despair is now my doom !
My soul was thine ! thou hadst the power To tune it , or to grief , or joy , As thine own soul was strung ; Nay yet ! the magic of thy smile My weary spirit could beguile'Tis still upon thee hung .
Then bid me live in hope once more , Nor let thy bosom cruel prove , My heart still beats for thee ; One glance from thy bright eyes would tell , That love had re-assum'd its spell , In sweetest sympathy .
CHARLES CLAPHAM , W . JI . No . 179 , Wakefield .
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To Leonora.
TO LEONORA .
MY dream is o ' er ! the vision ' s past That gave to life its brightest charm Amid the -world ' s dark gloom ; I wake to find those joys have fled In wliich my fancy revelled—Despair is now my doom !
My soul was thine ! thou hadst the power To tune it , or to grief , or joy , As thine own soul was strung ; Nay yet ! the magic of thy smile My weary spirit could beguile'Tis still upon thee hung .
Then bid me live in hope once more , Nor let thy bosom cruel prove , My heart still beats for thee ; One glance from thy bright eyes would tell , That love had re-assum'd its spell , In sweetest sympathy .
CHARLES CLAPHAM , W . JI . No . 179 , Wakefield .