Poems (Hornblower)/Lines (I saw that eye when it was bright)
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For works with similar titles, see Lines.
LINES.
I saw that eye when it was bright
With feeling's pure and sparkling ray,
Nor thought, alas! how soon that light
Of heavenly beam would fade away.
I met that smile when it was warm
With life, and hope, and glowing joy;
Nor dreamt how quick its silent charm
The hour of suffering might destroy.
I heard that eloquence of heart,
The music of that gentle tone;
Forgot, alas! we were to part,
And deemed its sweetness all my own.
That eye is dim, that smile is cold,
That heart-bright gaze for ever chilled
I sit and muse on days of old,
On many a vision unfulfilled.
The mourner's vigil now is mine;
I seek not, ask not for relief,
But, bending low at memory's shrine,
I pour a gush of living grief.
Vain grief—I gaze upon the tomb
Where all thy early virtues sleep;
Then muse upon thy heavenly home,
And envy thee, and cease to weep.
With feeling's pure and sparkling ray,
Nor thought, alas! how soon that light
Of heavenly beam would fade away.
I met that smile when it was warm
With life, and hope, and glowing joy;
Nor dreamt how quick its silent charm
The hour of suffering might destroy.
I heard that eloquence of heart,
The music of that gentle tone;
Forgot, alas! we were to part,
And deemed its sweetness all my own.
That eye is dim, that smile is cold,
That heart-bright gaze for ever chilled
I sit and muse on days of old,
On many a vision unfulfilled.
The mourner's vigil now is mine;
I seek not, ask not for relief,
But, bending low at memory's shrine,
I pour a gush of living grief.
Vain grief—I gaze upon the tomb
Where all thy early virtues sleep;
Then muse upon thy heavenly home,
And envy thee, and cease to weep.