POETRY.


LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY



Long neglect has worn away

Half the sweet enchanting smile;

Time has turned the bloom to gray;

Mold and damp the face defile.


But that lock of silky hair,

Still beneath the picture twined,

Tells what once those features were,

Paints their image on the mind.


Fair the hand that traced that line,

“Dearest, ever deem me true”;

Swiftly flew the fingers fine

When the pen that motto drew.



BY EMILY BRONTE

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