By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night-
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
No sorrow e'er can light on me-
But when, beloved, we part,
My thoughts are bounded all in thee,
Thou Lote-tree* of my heart.
Eastern Song
Louisa Stuart Costello
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