In Your Light by Simon Bull
Mariana in the South 1897 And, rising, from her bosom drew Old letters, breathing of her worth, For "Love", they said, "must needs be true, To what is loveliest upon earth." An image seem'd to pass the door, To look at her with slight, and say, "But now thy beauty flows away, So be alone for evermore." "O cruel heart," she changed her tone, "And cruel love, whose end is scorn, Is this the end to be left alone, To live forgotten, and die forlorn?" excerpt from 'Mariana in the South' - Tennyson, 1842
Sweet Painted Lady by Jean-Gabriel Domergue
Herbert James Draper, "Sea Melodies"
'Evangeline Wilbour Blashfield', 1889