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Ode Written To a Lady
You must have once watched the rising sun As it appeared with grace at the horizon After which its rich beams fall on your face- That lustrous face and wakes smiles by grace. You must have felt the breeze blow your hair, While its tender waves stroke your ear: You must have watched those blue Daffodils Bloom with spectral pride on earth's fossils While you feel that heart of yours rejoice- What a moment! Digesting nature's voice. You must have scaled the valleys Decorated your hair with sweet lilies And dipped your hands in the falls: What a moment! Heeding to nature's calls. Just think of all those moments woven in one piece! What a burst of Joy! What an incessant bliss! O! That is the feeling that lingers in my soul As my eyes like scopes behold your roll. You must have dreamed like a sprouting seed: Your dreams were of more innocent breed- You always sleep-walked in more blissful Days But always came awake with regrets in this dark base. Am but a poor poet, who sees and paints And like an observer may carry pains That give his meek and spry heart distress Because he paints another's lustrous mistress.
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