Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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VII. THE RIVER.
When last we gazed upon that happy river,Whose bliss those mantled boughs bend low to share,
'Twas bright as heaven, and the bounteous giver
Back of their beauty to the things above it;
And we as tranquil as its waters were,
That with the eyes of love look'd down to love it:
But now, the thick mists of the morn are o'er it,
Hanging like fate above its flowing life;
And musing now alone, I thus deplore it—
'Tis with the image of our own lot rife;
For o'er our bosoms hath the mist of sorrow
Swept shroudingly—and thence this grief I borrow:
The river through its sun-pierced veil shall peer,
The morning of our hearts may never clear.
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