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"Florence Vane," by Philip Pendleton Cooke

Florence Vane

I loved thee long, and dearly;
            Florence Vane;
My life’s bright dream and early
            Hath come again;
I renew, in my fond vision, 
            My heart’s dear pain, —
My hopes, and thy derision,
            Florence Vane.

The ruin, lone and hoary,
            The ruin old
Where thou didst hark my story
            At even told—
That spot­—the hues elysian—
            Of sky and plain—
I treasure in my vision,
            Florence Vane.

Thou wast lovelier than the roses
            In their prime
Thy voice excelled the closes
            Of sweetest rhyme; 
Thy heart was as a river
            Without a main
Would I had loved thee never
            Florence Vane.

But, fairest, coldest wonder!
            Thy glorious day
Lieth the green sod under—
            Alas, the day!
And it boots not to remember
            Thy disdain,
To quicken love’s pale ember,
            Florence Vane.

The lilies of the valley
            By young graves weep; 
And the daisies love to dally
            Where maiden’s sleep. 
May their bloom in beauty vying
            Never wane
Where thine earthly part is lying
            Florence Vane!

                        Philip Pendleton Cooke
                        Born in Martinsburg Va. 1816
Biography of Philip Pendleton Cooke
A Formal Description of "Florence Vane"
An Explication of "Florence Vane"

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