Farewell
Автор книги Anne Bronte
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Farewell to thee!
but not farewell.
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face.
Could fancied charms so far outvie.
If I may ne'er behold again.
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain.
Preserve, for aye, their memory.
That voice, the magic of whose tone.
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating feelings that, alone,
Can make my tranced spirit blest.
That laughing eye, whose sunny beam.
My memory would not cherish less; -
And oh, that smile!
whose joyous gleam.
Nor mortal language can express.