Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

I
IT is the music of her native land,-- The airs she used to love in happier days;
The lute is struck by some young gentle hand,
To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays

OW she lies, who blest our eyes Through many a sunny day;
She may not smile, she will not rise-- The life hath past away
Yet there is a world of light beyond, Where we neither die nor sleep-- She is there, of whom our souls were fond-- T...

EY loved one another
young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife
Each evening Edward weary came from a day of honest toil,

Oh,
Twilight
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,

VY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again

I
AS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone looked pale;
My weary eye was dim and wet,
My strength began to fail

OH
if the winds could whisper what they hear,
When murmuring round at sunset through the grove;
If words were written on the streamlet clear,

VE not, love not
ye hapless sons of clay
Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers—  Things that are made to fade and fall away  Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours
Love not

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VE has chains of metal rare,
Heavy as gold—yet light as air:
It chanced he caught a heart one day Which struggled hard, as loth to stay

ES, we were happy once, and care My jocund heart could ne'er surprise;
My treasures were, her golden hair,
Her ruby lips, her brilliant eyes
My treasures were--alas

I
AY is come
--While yet the unwillng Spring Checks with capricious frown the opening year,
Onward, where bleak winds have been whispering,