Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Invocation
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INVOCATION.
Stay, dear one, time may never bring Another moment on his wing So rich with bliss: See, 'mid the sun-lit Heavens on high Hang blushing clouds, a canopy Whose shadows kiss The trembling waves, that bound to meet The sun's last glances, ere they fleet Like visioned hopes. My own, my blest, mark how below The field and woodlands brightly glow; Kind nature opes Her richest stores—'tis a fair scene. And thou, of beauty art the queen, My lov'd, my dear! Stay, nor like that bright orb depart—Thine eyes are to my beating heart A sunny sphere—Thou wilt not? cruel! fare thee well; Heed not my tears that gushing swell! Far from my sight, Go, go—I would not bid thee stay, My life—my bliss thou bearest away, Good night—good night.