And lo! as all these fancies fade away,
Enwrapped in misty clouds of pearly gray,
Bright in their midst the parting shades disclose
A lovely form, fresh as the budding rose,
In dawning womanhood. My love I knew,
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Though all her charms of earth's most lovely hue
Irradiate were with heaven's celestial light.
Breathless I gazed upon the heavenly sight;
But, ah, dissolved in dew before my eyes,
It vanished, and the dawn was in the skies.
B. W. W