Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1829-02-09
Fr the Phenir Gazette.

The lady sat alone--one ivory arm
Reclining softly on the casement'Sedge-
Her fingers rowing, twining thro' the gay
And sweeping tresses that hung down, and formed
A shade from straying sun,besms to her face
Her other arm hung listless at her slde'
And in her hand she held volume, that
Contained. with CampbelPs fsrvent soul impressed
The sweet sad tale Of Gertrude's love and death.
She had been reading it, and her young eyes
Were dimly lustrous through the Pearly tears
Called forth at woes Of one, were Judge,
Who scarce was innocent and pure as she
Her eyes were full of tears; yet they W ere eyes
To make poets theme, and thro' that theme
To make poet lover-of deep black
They were, and sparkled chrystalike and oft
As some new object of the scene below.
In,passing, caught her half unconscious look.
Let other minstrels sing of blue. eyed maids
There is greater charm for me to view
(pd almost said there is witchery)
The arch expressive gances Of that eye,
Rivallng in color the smooth jet-looking
An ebon isle in sea Of molten diamond,
That partly seemed imbued with that dark tinge.
A forehead DER those eyes that rose in white
And beautiful proportion, gave Arrest,
grateful rest from her bright burning glance
I said her eye was fair, her forehead fair,
Rut vet Pye not said all, for she had rich
And flowing locks OF golden chestnut hue,
That would have spurreds far, far duller muse
Than mine, to've sung blithesome strain OF them.-
Her cheek -haye you e'er on asummer morn
Seen the sweet dsmask rose bud, opening tar.
As tho All night its charms hid from view
Too lovely sure to be exposed when augh'
But cheering sun beams or the morning breeze
Was there to kiss It's fragrant beaut'es--or when
Il could not WOO the twitterns humming-b'rdf
II YOU have not, you ne'sr have seen its like.
Have you e'er been in ItaIy-in Rome,
Where you nigh, see Angeles tnts thatvie
With natures own complexion cannot
Tho, for 'twere but mockery to compare
Ths, cheek Of natures own complexion with
what merely vies with i'll might have said
The ripening peach-than this twas loveher-
In tint more deIicate-yet there 10 one thing
That might with strong conception rivaiit'
Which is the blush Of modesty, that rising
Concesls in its own hue the others charms
And then her lip was such-it could have moved
dying man to rise and gaze on it.
II was not like the cherry-fairer-
Nor was il like the ruby coral, which
From it's deep ocean.bed hasj just been dug
Nor like the rosy tint of Spring flowers
But the bright hue of some ETHEREAL world
It had-in fine it was an angel lip
That one might see, and thro' the sight become
Intoxicated with thrilling sense
of beauty. novel to this mortal world
Her form will not saw was beautiful
Twas lovelier than the sy lphid being
That ancient poets made of ocean spray>-
And in her present musing mood, it seemed
Immov cable as stone-yetit could be
Asnimble as the zephyr, when twas called
To merry action in the glowing waltz.
looked and gazed upon that besuteous lady,
It'll evenings shades reminded her to go
From thence and stretched my sight to catch last
Trace of her drapery as she moved away
II had vanished, and the chsrm-was broken,