The joy of meeting one so fair, <br />Inspires the present stream of song; <br />A bonny belle, <br />That few excel, <br />And one with whom I few compare, <br />Though out of sight so long. <br /> <br />It is a cause of much delight, <br />When lads and lasses meet again; <br />But, bonny belle, <br />No long to dwell, <br />For soon, upon the wing of flight, <br />We haste away in pain. <br /> <br />That long hid form I smile to trace, <br />A star emerging out of gloom, <br />Exalted belle, <br />Whose powers impel, <br />And draw the heart by every grace, <br />The queen of every bloom. <br /> <br />Long out of sight, but still in mind, <br />Eternal me'mry holds its grasp, <br />Still, bonny belle, <br />'Tis sweet to tell <br />Of thee, when I am left behind <br />In sorrow's lonely clasp.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recent-appearance-of-a-lady/
