OF DULCIBEL
When by the fire-light DulcibelStirs the red ash with lively grace,Is it the glow of Heaven or HellThat mantles in her rosy face?They know,Who for despair and joyAll fateful loveliness have blent,Who do both comfort and destroyWith the indifferent element.
When by the fire-light DulcibelStirs the red ash with lively grace,Is it the glow of Heaven or HellThat mantles in her rosy face?They know,Who for despair and joyAll fateful loveliness have blent,Who do both comfort and destroyWith the indifferent element.
When by the fire-light DulcibelStirs the red ash with lively grace,Is it the glow of Heaven or HellThat mantles in her rosy face?
They know,Who for despair and joyAll fateful loveliness have blent,Who do both comfort and destroyWith the indifferent element.