Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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AND MUST WE BE STRANGERS? |
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AND MUST WE BE STRANGERS?
And must we be strangers in silence and gloom?
And must we be strangers, henceforth, to the tomb?—
Is the dark sentence stamp'd?—hath the fiat gone forth?
Then farewell to Life's loveliness, sweetness, and worth.
And must we be strangers, henceforth, to the tomb?—
Is the dark sentence stamp'd?—hath the fiat gone forth?
Then farewell to Life's loveliness, sweetness, and worth.
All the sighs of thy sadness—the looks of thy love—
Must these strangers to mine, then, too mournfully prove?
Thus the looks and the sighs of mine own can but be
Wasted wildly and all,—since they lose thine and thee!
Must these strangers to mine, then, too mournfully prove?
Thus the looks and the sighs of mine own can but be
Wasted wildly and all,—since they lose thine and thee!
All my hopes and my happiness too are estranged;
I am ruined and mocked—I am blighted and changed;
And whate'er I may meet but recalls, o'er and o'er,
The enchantment, the joy I must meet never more.
I am ruined and mocked—I am blighted and changed;
And whate'er I may meet but recalls, o'er and o'er,
The enchantment, the joy I must meet never more.
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All the smiles of thy sweetness—the tones of thy truth—
These are lost—like the dreams and delusions of youth;
The cold world dashes o'er me—one wild headlong wave—
Since our Souls must be strangers, henceforth, to the grave!
These are lost—like the dreams and delusions of youth;
The cold world dashes o'er me—one wild headlong wave—
Since our Souls must be strangers, henceforth, to the grave!
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