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When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye

Tell me your race, your name,
O Lady limned as dead, yet as when living fair
That within this faded frame An unfading beauty wear
Were you ever known to fame,

In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore,
And cite those Sapho's we admire no more:
Fate doom'd the Fall of ev'ry Female Wit,
But doom'd it then when first Ardelia writ

Когда цветет
И точно светит из тумана,
Как будто падшая звезда,
Вся бледная от тайной страсти,