Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XXIII. UNRAVELMENT.
I know full well, Sweet! why thou canst not bearThat I should take me to my books and pen,
Though they make light the heavy garb I wear
Of doubt and thought, that folds my spirit within
Her shrouded self: thou lov'st me—that I know;
And so around me do thy feelings grow,
Thou canst not turn thee from the one great theme
For ever of fond hearts the restless dream:
And therefore it disturbs thee to behold
Thy lover, with a perseverance cold,
Pursue the great heart-business of his being—
To win beyond the grave a sense and seeing.
But, oh! content thee: in his absence long
Thou art the breathing soul of half his song!
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