Art And Nature

While thus, with unresisted art,

The Enchantress melted every heart,

Amid the glance, the sigh, the smile,

Herself, unmoved and cold the while,

With inward pity eyed the scene,

Where all were subjects—she a Queen!

Again, I saw that Lady fair:

Oh! what a beauteous change was there!

In a sweet cottage of her own

She sat, and she was all alone,

Save a young child she sung to rest

On its soft bed, her fragrant breast.