Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems

Leona, dear, twelve months ago,
Your pensive soul I scarce did know;
A summer's touch we did require
To wake the strings of love's soft lyre.
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The night hung o'er Virginia's forest wild,
Stately with beauty unsurpassed before
Shone the full moon serenely; and the wind
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See! the moon is smiling
Down her brightest beams,
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The morn hath risen clear and bright,
The sun displays his glorious light;
Through heaven's vault of azure dye,
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I

The hermit sat within his cave,
A prey to anxious care;
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I

Virgin of the vestal flame,
Numa's child so chaste and fair,
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I

'Toil! toil! toil!'
What curse is this sent from the hand of God,
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I peer adown a shining group,
Where sages grace the throng,
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I

The day is o'er and twilight's shade,
Is darkening forest, glen and glade;
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I.

We had been school-mates, - she and I, -
How sad, those years have all rolled by.
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