Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1828-11-06
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THE TRI-PORTRAIT.

icy ~. T. WILLIS.
twas rich night III June. The uir was all
fragrance and balm, and the leaves We're stirred
Ky the soft fingers Of the southern wind,
Aud caught the light copricousy like wings.
Haunting tho greenwood with silvcrv sheen.
The stars might not be numbered, and the ,noou,
Exceeding beautiful wont up in heaven,
And took her place III silence, and hush,
Like a deep sabbath OftLc night came down
And rested upon nature. l was ont
With three sweet sisters wandering, ard II,
thoughts
Took color the moonlight, and of them,
Md was calm and happy. Their deep .onte
SOW in the stilluc's, and h. that soft air
Melted In readiness, bore out like sonr,
The lanTuaCc Of HIGH feelings, and fcic
low excellent is woman when she gives
10 the fine pulses of her spirit wa.
One was noble bcinT, with Il brow
Ample and pure ind on ii her black hair
Was parted, like ravens wing on SNOW.
Ter tone was low and sweet, ind in her sIniih
You read intense affections Hex moist eye
lad II most rare bcni,nity; her mouth,
Bland and unshadowcd sweetness and her face
WAS full pfthat mild dignity that crivcs
\ Holiness TO woman. She was onc
Whose virtues blossom daily, and pour orc
q fragrance upon all who in her path
lave hlcst fellowship. longed to be
Ter brother, that her hand might lie upoi.
Fly forehead, and her gentle voice uliay
~, fever that IL at my heart sometimes
There was asecond sister who would VI itch
IN angel from his hymn. | cannot tell
The secret Of her beauty. II is more
Than her slight pcncilled lip, and her arch eve
Laughing beneath its laslcs, MS if life
~ ere nothing but merry mask: tbs moro
Than motion, though shr lnOved Ike Il fly;
Or music, though her voice is like a reed
6iown ny low south wind; or cunning orar~,
though all she does Is beautiful; or thought
Cr fancy, or n delicate sense, though mind
IN her best gift, and poetry her world,
Md she viii SEQ stroucp in,
~ by subtle vision. [ care not
10 know now she bewitchcs It's euouc!l
For zoe that can listen to her voice
Mud dream rare dreams Of music, or CONVERSE
Upon unwrit philosophy, I'll,
A,n wldercd beneath thorn!its cann6t bound
And the red lip that breathcs them.
On my arm
Leaned m ulshadowcd girl, who scarcely vet
9tad numbered fourteen summers. know not
How shall draw her picturc-the young heart
Has such restlesSpcsj Of cha n.-e, and each
t3fits wild moods lovely! | can see
Ter figure IN its rounded beauty now,
with her Multiplying step, her clustering hair
Baking a neck ike Hebcs, and her face
liy glad heart made radiant. She was full
OF the romance Of girlhooi. The fair world
WAS like an unmarried Eden 70 her eve,
And every sound was music, and the til.
vi every cloud a silent poetry.
light 10 thy path bright creature. I would charm,
Thy being ii could, that it should be
Eyer as nnW- thou drea}nc-t. and hoW OF
lais innocent end beautiful to heaven.
we walked beneath the full and ntclloW moon
I'LL the late stars had Eisnp. II was not
In silence, though we did not seem to break
ne hllsti WITH oug low voiccH; but our thoughts
Blurred deeply az their sources; ana when night
Divided IL, sumhercd with . peace
Floating Neort my heart. which only comes
From h@i communion. is!lali never sec
That silver moon again without u crowJ
Ofgeniie memories. and silent prayer.
That when the night OF lie shall ovcrstca,
\ onr sky, We lovely sisters! there may h.,
\ light as beautiful tolead you on.