Pastel

Among the priceless gems and treasures rare Old Versailles shelters in its halls sublime, I can recall one faded image fair, A girl’s sad face, praised once in every clime. Poets have sung, in rich and happy rhyme, Her violet eyes, the wonder of her hair. An art-bijou it was, but dimmed by time, A dreamy pastel of La Valliere! I, too, remember in my heart a face Whose charm I deemed would ever with me dwell; But as the days went by, its peerless grace Fled like those dreams that blooming dawn dispel, Till of its beauty there was left no trace, Time having blurred it like that pale pastel!

Collection: 
English
Francis Saltus Saltus

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