Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

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. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
2. Miranda's Song
3. Song (The transient time, for ever past)
4. Song for a German Air
5. Song (Since thou wilt banish me)

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