Poems (Davidson)/To a Lady recovering from Sickness

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by Lucretia Maria Davidson
To a Lady recovering from Sickness
4596780Poems — To a Lady recovering from SicknessLucretia Maria Davidson
TO A LADY RECOVERING FROM SICKNESS.
There is a charm in the pallid cheek,
A charm which the tongue can never speak,
When the hand of sickness has withered awhile,
The rose which had bloomed in the rays of a smile.

There is a charm in the heavy eye,
When the tear of sorrow is passing by,
Like a summer shower o'er yon vault of blue,
Or the violet trembling 'neath drops of dew.

It spreads around a shade as light
As daylight blending with the night;
Or 'tis like the tints of an evening sky,
And soft as the breathing of sorrow's sigh.