The Stern Brow

You say my brow is stern and yet my smile
 (When I do smile) is sweet.
Seldom, ah seldom so! 'tis only while
 None see us when we meet.

It is your smile, Ianthe, and not mine,
 Altho' upon my lips;
Your's brought it thither; its pale rays decline
 Too soon in sad eclipse.
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