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Poem by Joseph Rodman Drake

Song (Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye)

Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye,
Nor the smile of her lip of rosy dye,
Nor the dark brown wreaths of her glossy hair,
Nor her changing cheek, so rich and rare.
Oh! these are the sweets of a fairy dream,
The changing hues of an April sky.
They fade like dew in the morning beam,
Or the passing zephyrs odourd sigh.

Tis a dearer spell that bids me kneel,
Tis the heart to love, and the soul to feel:
Tis the mind of light, and the spirit free,
And the bosom that heaves alone for me.
Oh! these are the sweets that kindly stay
From youths gay morning to ages night;
When beautys rainbow tints decay,
Loves torch still burns with a holy light.

Soon will the bloom of the fairest fade,
And love will droop in the cheerless shade,
Or if tears should fall on his wing of joy,
It will hasten the flight of the laughing boy.
But oh! the light of the constant soul
Nor time can darken nor sorrow dim;
Though wo may weep in lifes mingled bowl,
Love still shall hover around its brim.

Joseph Rodman Drake

Joseph Rodman Drake's other poems:
  1. Bronx
  2. Fragment
  3. To ---
  4. Song (Oh! go to sleep, my baby dear)
  5. Lines Written on Leaving New Rochelle

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