THE DIAMOND CHAIN.

While Rosa near me sweetly sung,

And I beheld her blue eyes' light,

A chain around my heart was flung,

Its every link a diamond bright.

But now that we are forced to part,

And her loved voice no more I hear,

The chain is withering up my heart--

Its diamonds each a burning tear.

The southern literary messenger, Vol. I., No. 11, July, 1835 · 第 21 / 60 题