Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Eastern Song

By the brightness of the morning ray,
   By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
  'Tis ever in my sight.

No sorrow e'er can light on me—
   But when, beloved, we part,
My thoughts are bounded all in thee,
   Thou Lote-tree of my heart.

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

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