Thomas Pringle - Long Years of Sorrow lyrics

Long years of sorrow and slow wasting care Have stol'n from thy soft cheek its vermeil hue; And somewhat changed the glossy locks that threw Their shadowy beauty round thy temples fair; And lent to those sweet eyes a sadder air, That, from their long dark fringes laughing, blue, Once look'd like violets fresh bathed in dew, And seem'd as they might e'en enchant despair! Sickness and grief have touched thee: yet so mildly That, though some graces of thy youth are gone, The loveliness that witch'd my heart so wildly In life's romantic Spring--is still thine own: And those meek pensive eyes, in their revealings, Speak now of higher thoughts and deeper feelings.