Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XI.
There are some tears that time can never dry;Deep, smould'ring griefs no weight of years can smother:
Yet that these lids are moisten'd for another
Need not excite in thee th' upbraiding sigh.
There is no rivalship.—Believe me, I
Regard that buried love but like the mother
Of that I bear for thee;—for, were it other,
No tear of mine should fall when thou wert by.
No scorn of thee doth sully the pure brine,
Which thinking o'er past years can ever make
Steal on mine eye,—to fond remembrance waking;
And, oh! believe, no other heart than thine
Might bid me, thus, that buried love forsake,
Which still I must deplore, e'en when forsaken.
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