Eastern Song

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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.

© Louisa Stuart Costello