Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

Song (Thou wert lovely to my sight)

Thou wert lovely to my sight,
    When in yonder dell I found thee
In thy radiant beauty bright,
    Though a desert spread around thee;
Like the heath-bell's purple flower,
Shrinking from a dewy shower.

Thou art rich in beauty yet,
   Fair as when at first I loved thee;
All the snares that could beset,
   Rank and splendour, since have proved thee;
Change thy fortune as it will,
Thou art fair and faultless still.

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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