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A SKETCH.
I saw her in beauty, I saw her in pride,
In life's brightest lustre, youth's earliest bloom,
When her cheek with the hue of that rose might have vied,
That decks the green sod which encircles her tomb.
In life's brightest lustre, youth's earliest bloom,
When her cheek with the hue of that rose might have vied,
That decks the green sod which encircles her tomb.
I saw her when, colorless, faded, and pale,
That lily her delicate emblem might be;—
Or the marble on which is inscribed her sad tale,
Warning others they soon may lie lowly as she.
That lily her delicate emblem might be;—
Or the marble on which is inscribed her sad tale,
Warning others they soon may lie lowly as she.
I saw her encircled with each magic charm,
With each witching spell, which earth has to bestow,
With each witching spell, which earth has to bestow,
