Fidelia S T Hill Poems

But once I saw her, with the auburn hair
In rich profusion, shading her pure cheek,
A cheek of beauty, and so sweetly fair,
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Yes! there was one that loved thee — years that steal
In swift succession from this changing scene,
Cannot efface thine image; and I feel
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Fitz Eustace. —
'The seagull flutters to her nest
The fishermen are gone to rest,
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Fitz Eustace.

In gay parterres where I have been
What groups of gaudy flowers I've seen
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Fair Estelle.
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Moons wax'd, and waned in dreary hopelessness,
And ever when my days sad task was done,
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Still she was fair, although the bloom of youth
Had yielded to the hectic of disease,
And fever lighted up her brilliant eye,
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Rose of Lancaster.

Her downcast eyes are bent on earth,
On her wild harp one lily arm
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Tho' all neglected now, the time hath been
When yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;
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Encircled by a blooming band
Of peerless damsels, fair and young,
Reclined yon canopy beneath,
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The summer sun is sinking red
Beneath the 'Mountains Blue'
And thou upon thy dying bed,
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