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POETIC SKETCHES.—Sketch Fifth
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Literary Gazette, 9th February, 1822, Page 89 (cont.)
A star, o'er which the clouds steal one by one,
Scarce seen, scarce noticed, till the sweet light's gone. - - - - -
- - - She is within his arms, and they have met,
Evelin and his Elizabeth! a flush
Of beautiful delight is on her face;
He clasped her silently, and his dark eye
Is filled with tears. Ah, tears like these are worth
A life of smiles,—at length he gently said,
"Elizabeth, my own love!"—it was heaven
To think that she again could hear him breathe
That dear dear name; she answered not, but lay
Upon his bosom motionless. He looked
On her sweet face—'twas fixed and pale in death!
L. E. L.
