GENEVIEVE

by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

aid of my Love, sweet Genevieve!

In Beauty's light you glide along:

Your eye is like the star of eve,

And sweet your Voice, as Seraph's song.

Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives

This heart with passion soft to glow:

Within your soul a Voice there lives!

It bids you hear the tale of Woe.

When sinking low the Sufferer wan

Beholds no hand outstretched to save,

Fair, as the bosom of the Swan

That rises graceful o'er the wave,

I've seen your breast with pity heave,

And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve!

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