LAËL AND LAURA.
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There was a brightness in the features' play
That seemed begotten of the realms of day.
Clear was his eye, but in its slumbering fire
Lurked sparks that quick would wake to sudden ire,
Which told his was a soul that ill could brook
Superior in action, word, or look.
That seemed begotten of the realms of day.
Clear was his eye, but in its slumbering fire
Lurked sparks that quick would wake to sudden ire,
Which told his was a soul that ill could brook
Superior in action, word, or look.
He gained the maiden's side, and thus he said:
"Mine own fair Lora, say, why dost thou gaze
Upon far-twinkling Saturn's silver rays?
Canst thou not feed thine eyes on me, whom thou
Hast said thou more than lov'st? Why is thy brow
So sad and pensive, when on such a night
Thy thoughts should be all radiant and bright?"
"Mine own fair Lora, say, why dost thou gaze
Upon far-twinkling Saturn's silver rays?
Canst thou not feed thine eyes on me, whom thou
Hast said thou more than lov'st? Why is thy brow
So sad and pensive, when on such a night
Thy thoughts should be all radiant and bright?"
