Blends sweetly with the tints which clothe her cheek.
Rich rooms were lighted, and I wandered long,
Seeking a solace with the fair and bright;
But ever, as I moved amid the throng,
Thy large eyes haunted with their gentle light.
Ev’n through my fevered sleep, in wildest dreams,
Those features all seem’d over me to brood:
Alas! when midnight fails to hide those gleams,
How vainly seeks the heart a solitude!
But she was there—thy living counterpart: