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First Line: She pressed her slight hand to her brow, or pain
Last Line: And this is love!
Alternate Author Name(s): L. E. L.; Maclean, Letitia
Subject(s): Love - Complaints


SHE press'd her slight hand to her brow, or pain
Or bitter thoughts were passing there. The room
Had no light but that from the fireside,
Which show'd, then hid, her face. How very pale
It look'd, when over it the glimmer shone!
Is not the rose companion of the spring?
Then wherefore has the red-leaf'd flower forgotten
Her cheek? The tears stood in her large dark eyes --
Her beautiful dark eyes -- like hyacinth stars,
When shines their shadowy glory through the dew
That summer nights have wept; -- she felt them not,
Her heart was far away! Her fragile form,
Like the young willow when for the first time
The wind sweeps o'er it rudely, had not lost
Its own peculiar grace; but it was bow'd
By sickness, or by worse than sickness -- sorrow!
And this is Love! -- Oh! why should woman love;
Wasting her dearest feelings, till health, hope,
Happiness, are but things of which henceforth
She'll only know the name? Her heart is sear'd:
A sweet light has been thrown upon its life,
To make its darkness the more terrible.
And this is Love!





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