To Eva

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Title:     To Eva
Author: Joseph Rodman Drake [More Titles by Drake]

A beam upon the myrtle fell
From dewy evening's purest sky,
'Twas like the glance I love so well,
Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye.

I looked around the summer grove,
On every tree its lustre shone;
For all had felt that look of love
The silly myrtle deemed its own.

Eva! behold thine image there,
As fair, as false thy glances fall;
But who the worthless smile would share
That sheds its light alike on all.

[The end]
Joseph Rodman Drake's poem: To Eva

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