AMONG the priceless gems and treasures rare Old Versailles shelters in its halls sublime, I can recall one faded image fair, A girl's sad face, praised once in every clime. Poets have sung, in rich and happy rhyme, Her violet eyes, the wonder of her hair. An art-bijou it was, but dimmed by time, A dreamy pastel of La Valliere! I, too, remember in my heart a face Whose charm I deemed would ever with me dwell; But as the days went by, its peerless grace Fled like those dreams that blooming dawn dispel, Till of its beauty there was left no trace, Time having blurred it like that pale pastel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |