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Mary Darby Robinson - To Leonardo
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"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow`s 
"That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,,
"For thee my faithful endless passion glows." 

- LEONARDO TO LAURA.


COLD blows the wind upon the mountain`s brow;
  In murmuring cadence wave the leafless woods;
The feath`ry tribe mope on the frozen bough,
  And icy fetters hold the silent floods;
But endless spring the POET`S breast shall prove,
Whose GENIUS kindles at the torch of LOVE. 

For HIM, unfading, blooms the fertile mind,
  The current of the heart for ever flows;
Fearless His bosom braves the wintry wind,
  While thro` each nerve, eternal summer glows;
In vain would chilling apathy controul,
The lambent fire that warms the lib`ral soul! 

To me the limped brook, the painted mead,
  The crimson dawn, the twilight`s purple close;
The mirthful dance, the shepherd`s tuneful reed,
  The musky fragrance of the opening rose;
To me, alas! all pleasures senseless prove,
Save the sweet converse of the FRIEND I love.
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