 | Safie |  |
No!—There was in his face, his air,
The settled horror of despair!—
The sunken eye,—the bloodless cheek,—
The tongue that scorns to mourn,—to speak,—
The heedless ear,—the memory gone
Of every object past, save one!
Those brooding thoughts that ne'er depart,
The inward bleeding of the heart,—
The sudden tear,—the sadden'd face,—
The mind's dejection and disgrace,—
The seeming peace, yet hidden strife,—
The weary listlessness of life:—
Oh! there was in his face, his air,
The settled horror of despair!
The settled horror of despair!—
The sunken eye,—the bloodless cheek,—
The tongue that scorns to mourn,—to speak,—
The heedless ear,—the memory gone
Of every object past, save one!
Those brooding thoughts that ne'er depart,
The inward bleeding of the heart,—
The sudden tear,—the sadden'd face,—
The mind's dejection and disgrace,—
The seeming peace, yet hidden strife,—
The weary listlessness of life:—
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The settled horror of despair!
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