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<strong>The</strong> Salamanca Corpus: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> <strong>Works</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> <strong>Susanna</strong> <strong>Blamire</strong> (<strong>1842</strong>)<br />

On purple pinions lightly borne,<br />

Uprear the canopy <strong>of</strong> day,<br />

And o’er his chariot float away;<br />

[51] .<br />

Hadst thou not mark’d the evening shade,<br />

In all her changeful colours fade;—<br />

<strong>The</strong> golden glow, the sapphire hue,<br />

<strong>The</strong> rosy red, the melting blue,<br />

<strong>The</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t sea-green with yellow tinge,<br />

<strong>The</strong> curling clouds with skirts <strong>of</strong> fringe; —<br />

This eye had ne’er beheld one charm,<br />

Or felt the glow <strong>of</strong> nature warm;<br />

Nor had she seen one dropping shower<br />

Bring back to life the fainting flower;<br />

Or the tall woods their aeches spread<br />

In Gothic cloister head;<br />

While the pale moon, with lamp-like beam.<br />

In tremors lent her silvery stream;<br />

“Yon drops <strong>of</strong> flame that stud the sky”<br />

Had seem’d plain stars to my poor eye,<br />

Until these orbs, with glory bound,<br />

By thee were call’d fair worlds around!<br />

No; source <strong>of</strong> pleasure! ‘twas thy soul<br />

That brought me to conceive the whole.<br />

<strong>The</strong> wish to please new thoughts inspir’d,<br />

And I grew learn d where thou admir’d;<br />

To be companion meet I strove,<br />

With all the self-taught lore <strong>of</strong> love,<br />

Lov’d Nature as she ought to be;<br />

For loving her, was loving thee!<br />

But should’st thou leave this vacant heart,<br />

And should we, should we ever part,<br />

E’en Nature’s self would grow less dear,<br />

And I still shed the fretful tear.<br />

[52]<br />

TO A LADY,<br />

WHO FREQUENTLY WITHDREW FROM COMPANY.

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