In her own dawn—a dawn less gay and bright,
Loves it, while there in solitary peace
She sits, for that departed Mother’s sake.
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(Surely I do not err) that pensive air
Of calm abstraction through the face diffused
And the whole person.
Words have something told
More than the pencil can, and verily
More than is needed, but the precious Art 75