She's gone into the West,
To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest;
She took our with her,
The smiles that we love best,
With morning blushes on her cheek,
And pearls upon her breast.
To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest;
She took our with her,
The smiles that we love best,
With morning blushes on her cheek,
And pearls upon her breast.
Edgar Allen Poe