Thou beautiful dreamer%--What visions are those,/ That shed o'er thy slumber such smiling repose./ Do the spell-words of fiction thy tho'ts still entrance,/ So burningly breathed o'er that page of romance* Ah yes% 'tis of love and of rapture that dream,/ Which so blandly illumes thy sweet face with its beam:--/ That phantasy vague of a maiden's fond heart,/ Which sighs for an object to which to impart/ Those treasures of tenderness hidden and deep,/ Which priceless and pure in her soft bosom sleep. Vain--vain are such visions% Thou never canst know/ Until sorrow's sad signet is set on thy brow./ How often the idol by fancy enshrined,/ With cypress, as well as with myrtle, is twined./ Dream on, then, thou bright one% Love's a dream, at the best,--/ In thine innocent sleep, if thou canst,--be thou blest. [P. 11.]
Lilly Martin, Marietta Artist. 1841. By Edmund Flagg. Catalogue of Miss Martin's Paintings.