Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Song (Thou art gone, and the brilliant light that shone)

Thou art gone, and the brilliant light that shone
  In the track of thy way is fled;
And thou leav'st the heart that loved thee alone,
  Silent, and cold, and dead!

When thy smile arose, like the morning's beam,
   All the world seem'd good and bright
But 'tis past like the lovely forms of a dream,
    And I wake to the gloom of night.

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

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