 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
UNREST.
One o'clock! and still I ponder
On the joys of yesterday;
Never lover weaker, fonder,
Sighed the weary hours away.
On the joys of yesterday;
Never lover weaker, fonder,
Sighed the weary hours away.
Ill-content with saying, singing,
All its worship o'er and o'er;
Still the heart would fain be clinging,
Round its idol, evermore!
All its worship o'er and o'er;
Still the heart would fain be clinging,
Round its idol, evermore!
Half in pleasure, half in sorrow,
Thinking o'er each fervent kiss,
Still I vainly strive to borrow
From the Past its buried bliss.
Thinking o'er each fervent kiss,
Still I vainly strive to borrow
From the Past its buried bliss.
Now I hear her fondly sighing,
As when late we sat alone,
While the dancer's feet were flying,—
Ah! the sigh is but my own!
As when late we sat alone,
While the dancer's feet were flying,—
Ah! the sigh is but my own!
“Thus my darling I would smother!”
In my dreaming oft I say.
Foolish lips, that kiss each other!
Hers, alas! are far away.
In my dreaming oft I say.
Foolish lips, that kiss each other!
Hers, alas! are far away.
On my cheek I feel the billow
Of her glowing bosom beat,—
Ah! 't is but the pulseless pillow!
Shall I curse of bless the cheat?
Of her glowing bosom beat,—
Ah! 't is but the pulseless pillow!
Shall I curse of bless the cheat?
Dreaming, waking, I am weary.
Would that morning might appear!
Oh, 't is dreary, very dreary,
Thus to love, and not be near!
Would that morning might appear!
Oh, 't is dreary, very dreary,
Thus to love, and not be near!
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