Literary Gazette, 27th August, 1825, Page 557
STANZAS.
Grace and beauty had crown'd thee,
When first thy magic bound me;
In its zenith of power
Was thy summer hour,
And a light like sunshine was round thee.
The world seem'd made to adore thee,
Proud hearts grew humble before thee;
I thought of thee
As a deity
From the blue sky shining o'er thee.
Thy youth and thy days of gladness
Were wasted by early sadness;
Falsehood and care,
And thoughts that wear
The brain to death or madness.
But these were days departed;
And if thou wert broken-hearted,
Thou wert too proud
To let the crowd
Know when the rebel tear started.
But once I saw thee weeping,
Thy black hair round thee sweeping
Like the shadow of night,
To hide from sight
The secret grief thou wer't keeping.
