Here you will find the Poem Picture Of A Young Lady of poet William Lisle Bowles
When I was sitting, sad, and all alone, Remembering youth and love for ever fled, And many friends now resting with the dead, While the still summer's light departing shone, Like many sweet and silent summers gone; Thou camest, as a vision, with a mien And smile like those I once on earth had seen, And with a voice of that remembered tone Which I in other days, long since, had heard: Like Peace approaching, when distempers fret Most the tired spirit, thy fair form appeared; And till I die, I never shall forget,-- For at thy footstep light, the gloom was cheered,-- Thy look and voice, oh! gentle Margaret.
