To Sibell
The martial pageant that absorbed our gaze
And fired my pulses, when the gladdened air
Quickened with joy the sun's majestic rays,
All disappeared! All save thy face so fair,
Which seemed to say, " A desert at the best
Is life, o'er which the floating mirage-gleams
Incite our paces, until we find rest
Beside some angel of our better dreams. "
And fired my pulses, when the gladdened air
Quickened with joy the sun's majestic rays,
All disappeared! All save thy face so fair,
Which seemed to say, " A desert at the best
Is life, o'er which the floating mirage-gleams
Incite our paces, until we find rest
Beside some angel of our better dreams. "
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