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. |
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