The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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O beautiful blue sky, thou gleamest on,
Though she, my light, is gone!
And ye too have no hearts to sympathize,
Ye placid starlit skies!
Though she, my light, is gone!
And ye too have no hearts to sympathize,
Ye placid starlit skies!
Great careless fragrant rose
Blooming and shining in the garden-close,
How canst thou do this thing?
Art thou still crowned, when crownless pain is king?
Blooming and shining in the garden-close,
How canst thou do this thing?
Art thou still crowned, when crownless pain is king?
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How the world followeth still
Its weary selfish ceaseless restless will!
She has passed away: and what
Is that to world,—or star or lake or hill?
Its weary selfish ceaseless restless will!
She has passed away: and what
Is that to world,—or star or lake or hill?
Cold nature cannot mourn. We tell our woes
To cowslip or to rose:
They heed us not:
No sorrow breaks the griefless deep's repose.
To cowslip or to rose:
They heed us not:
No sorrow breaks the griefless deep's repose.
Little it is to wave or star indeed;
These fail us at our need:
But if on heights divine
Listening my mother's soul be touched of mine
These fail us at our need:
But if on heights divine
Listening my mother's soul be touched of mine
Most deeply sorrowing, will she not come down,
Casting aside her crown?
Will she not yearn to help me where I wait,
Eyeing the close-shut gate?
Casting aside her crown?
Will she not yearn to help me where I wait,
Eyeing the close-shut gate?
Shall she not answer prayer
Who hath answered even a thought, a wordless fear?
Through night's soft darkness shall she not draw near?
Ah!—black void endless air!
Who hath answered even a thought, a wordless fear?
Through night's soft darkness shall she not draw near?
Ah!—black void endless air!
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