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Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair	A
Famed were those tresses in Provencal song	B
Half braided half o'er cheek and bosom fair	A
Let loose and pouring sunny waves along	B
Her gorgeous vest A child's light hand is roving	C
Midst the rich curls and oh how meekly loving	C
Its earnest looks are lifted to the face	D
Which bends to meet its lip in laughing grace	D
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Yet that bright lady's eye methinks hath less	E
Of deep and still and pensive tenderness	F
Than might beseem a mother's on her brow	G
Something too much there sits of native scorn	H
And her smile kindles with a conscious glow	I
As from the thought of sovereign beauty born	H
These may be dreams but how shall woman tell	J
Of woman's shame and not with tears She fell	J
That mother left that child went hurrying by	K
Its cradle haply not without a sigh	K
Haply one moment o'er its rest serene	L
She hung but no it could not thus have been	M
For she went on forsook her home her hearth	N
All pure affection all sweet household mirth	O
To live a gaudy and dishonour'd thing	C
Sharing in guilt the splendours of a king	C
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Her lord in very weariness of life	P
Girt on his sword for scenes of distant strife	P
He reck'd no more of glory grief and shame	Q
Crush'd out his fiery nature and his name	Q
Died silently A shadow o'er his halls	R
Crept year by year the minstrel pass'd their walls	R
The warder's horn hung mute meantime the child	S
On whose first flowering thoughts no parent smiled	S
A gentle girl and yet deep hearted grew	T
Into sad youth for well too well she knew	T
Her mother's tale Its memory made the sky	K
Seem all too joyous for her shrinking eye	K
Check'd on her lip the flow of song which fain	U
Would there have linger'd flush'd her cheek to pain	U
If met by sudden glance and gave a tone	V
Of sorrow as for something lovely gone	W
Ev'n to the spring's glad voice Her own was low	I
And plaintive Oh there lie such depths of wo	I
In a young blighted spirit Manhood rears	X
A haughty brow and age has done with tears	Y
But youth bows down to misery in amaze	Z
At the dark cloud o'ermantling its fresh days	Z
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And thus it was with her A mournful sight	A2
In one so fair for she indeed was fair	A
Not with her mother's dazzling eyes of light	A2
Hers were more shadowy full of thought and prayer	A
And with long lashes o'er a white rose cheek	B2
Drooping in gloom yet tender still and meek	B2
Still that fond child's and oh the brow above	C2
So pale and pure so form'd for holy love	C2
To gaze upon in silence But she felt	D2
That love was not for her tho' hearts would melt	D2
Where'er she mov'd and reverence mutely given	E2
Went with her and low prayers that call'd on Heaven	E2
To bless the young Isaure	A
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One sunny morn	H
With alms before her castle gate she stood	F2
Midst peasant groups when breathless and o'erworn	H
And shrouded in long weeds of widowhood	F2
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A stranger thro' them broke the orphan maid	F2
With her sweet voice and proffer'd hand of aid	F2
Turn'd to give welcome but a wild sad look	G2
Met hers a gaze that all her spirit shook	G2
And that pale woman suddenly subdued	F2
By some strong passion in its gushing mood	F2
Knelt at her feet and bath'd them with such tears	Y
As rain the hoarded agonies of years	X
From the heart's urn and with her white lips press'd	F2
The ground they trod then burying in her vest	F2
Her brow's deep flush sobb'd out 'Oh undefiled	F2
I am thy mother spurn me not my child '	-
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Isaure had pray'd for that lost mother wept	F2
O'er her stain'd memory while the happy slept	F2
In the hush'd midnight stood with mournful gaze	Z
Before yon picture's smile of other days	Z
But never breath'd in human ear the name	Q
Which weigh'd her being to the earth with shame	Q
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What marvel if the anguish the surprise	H2
The dark remembrances the alter'd guise	H2
Awhile o'erpower'd her from the weeper's touch	I2
She shrank 'twas but a moment yet too much	I2
For that all humbled one its mortal stroke	J2
Came down like lightning and her full heart broke	J2
At once in silence Heavily and prone	H
She sank while o'er her castle's threshold stone	H
Those long fair tresses they still brightly wore	A
Their early pride though bound with pearls no more	A
Bursting their fillet in sad beauty roll'd	F2
And swept the dust with coils of wavy gold	F2
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Her child bent o'er her call'd her 'twas too late	F2
Dead lay the wanderer at her own proud gate	F2
The joy of courts the star of knight and bard	F2
How didst thou fall O bright hair'd Ermengarde	F2

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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