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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Visionary Portrait</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As by his lonely hearth he sate, <br>The shadow of a welcome dream <br>Pass'd o'er his heart,--disconsolate <br>His home did seem; <br>Comfort in vain was spread around, <br>For something still was wanting found. <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore he thought of one who might <br>For ever in his presence stay; <br>Whose dream should be of him by night, <br>Whose smile should be for him by day; <br>And the sweet vision, vague and far, <br>Rose on his fancy like a star. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let her be young, yet not a child, <br>Whose light and inexperienced mirth <br>Is all too wingéd and too wild <br>For sober earth,-- <br>Too rainbow-like such mirth appears, <br>And fades away in misty tears. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let youth's fresh rose still gently bloom <br>Upon her smooth and downy cheek, <br>Yet let a shadow, not of gloom, <br>But soft and meek, <br>Tell that some sorrow she hath known, <br>Tho' not a sorrow of her own. <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And let her eyes be of the grey, <br>The soft grey of the brooding dove, <br>Full of the sweet and tender ray <br>Of modest love; <br>For fonder shows that dreamy hue <br>Than lustrous black or heavenly blue. <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let her be full of quiet grace, <br>No sparkling wit with sudden glow <br>Bright'ning her purely chisell'd face <br>And placid brow; <br>Not radiant to the stranger's eye,-- <br>A creature easily pass'd by; <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But who, once seen, with untold power <br>For ever haunts the yearning heart, <br>Raised from the crowd that self-same hour <br>To dwell apart, <br>All sainted and enshrined to be <br>The idol of our memory! <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And oh! let Mary be her name <br>It hath a sweet and gentle sound <br>At which no glories dear to fame <br>Come crowding round, <br>But which the dreaming heart beguiles <br>With holy thoughts and household smiles <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With peaceful meetings, welcomes kind, <br>And love, the same in joy and tears, <br>And gushing intercourse of mind <br>Thro' faithful years; <br>Oh! dream of something half divine, <br>Be real--be mortal--and be mine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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As by his lonely hearth he sate, 
The shadow of a welcome dream 
Pass'd o'er his heart,--disconsolate 
His home did seem; 
Comfort in vain was spread around, 
For something still was wanting found. 
II.

Therefore he thought of one who might 
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