Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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What aileth thee, O Geraldine?
What horror is hunting thee, Geraldine?—
Thy body convulsed groweth lank and lean,
Thy smooth white neck is shrivell'd and green,
Thine eyes are blear'd and sunk and keen,—
Away!—for the love, and the wild sweet harp,
Thine innermost being do wither and warp,
Away! to the pains, and the chains, and the fears,
Away! to the torments, the toils, and the tears,
Away! for a thousand years.
What horror is hunting thee, Geraldine?—
Thy body convulsed groweth lank and lean,
Thy smooth white neck is shrivell'd and green,
Thine eyes are blear'd and sunk and keen,—
Away!—for the love, and the wild sweet harp,
Thine innermost being do wither and warp,
Away! to the pains, and the chains, and the fears,
Away! to the torments, the toils, and the tears,
Away! for a thousand years.
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