Genevieve

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Title:     Genevieve
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve!
In Beauty's light you glide along:
Your eye is like the Star of Eve,
And sweet your voice, as Seraph's song
Yet not your heavenly beauty gives
This heart with Passion soft to glow:
Within your soul a voice there lives!
It bids you hear the tale of Woe.
When sinking low the sufferer wan
Beholds no hand outstretch'd to save,
Fair, as the bosom of the Swan
That rises graceful o'er the wave,
I've seen your breast with pity heave,
And _therefore_ love I you, sweet Genevieve!

1789-90.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Genevieve

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