Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

Song (In early days thy fondness taught)

In early days thy fondness taught
  My soul its endless love to know;
Thy image waked in every thought,
  Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so.

In all the trusting faith of youth,
  That knows no dread, that feels no care,
I deem'd thy heart was all of truth,
  And I the cherish'd object there.

Alas! the vision'd bliss is gone—
  Too soon those days were o'er!
This heart still loves—but loves alone—
  Its joys are there no more

1. Medjnoon in His Solitude
2. The Return to Paraclete
3. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
4. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)
5. November Fifth

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