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. The Return to Paraclete
2. Medjnoon in His Solitude
3. Song for a German Air
4. Spanish Song
5. The Indian Cupid

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