Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

Eastern Song

By the brightness of the morning ray,
   By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
  'Tis ever in my sight.

No sorrow e'er can light on me—
   But when, beloved, we part,
My thoughts are bounded all in thee,
   Thou Lote-tree of my heart.

1. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
2. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)
3. The Return to Paraclete
4. Spanish Song
5. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)

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