Irene: a poem, in six cantos: miscellaneous poems

II.

	The light soft coolness of the April breeze
	Shook the fresh leaves: one single sun-beam there
	Found entrance through the wilderness of trees,
	And on th' untroubled pool lay silvery fair.
	Then, midst the spreading curls of Florio's hair,
	While the wind mov'd the branches, it would play:—
	As if it mock'd the pangs of his despair
	A moment on his tortured brow it lay,
	Then, dancing o'er the flowers, would flit again away.

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Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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Title: Irene, a Poem, in Six Cantos
By:  Northampton, Margaret Clephane Compton, d. 1830, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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