The Last Smile

Poem By John Ruskin

She sat beside me yesterday
With lip, and eye, so blandly smiling,
So full of soul, of life, of light,
So sweetly my lorn heart beguiling
That she had almost made me gay
Had almost charmed the thought away
(Which, like the poisoned desert wind,
Came sick and heavy o'er my mind)
That memory soon mine all would be,
And she would smile no more for me.

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