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TO MRS. BARNES.
So sinks the light of evening’s queen
When the dull earth intrudes between,
Her beauties from the sun to shade.
Let Fashion’s worthless plaudits rise
At the deep tone and practised start;
Be thine true feeling’s stifled sighs,
Tears wrung from stern and stubborn eyes,
And smiles that sparkle from the heart.
H. and D.
