 | The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") |  |
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A HEART-BURST.
Fill me no cup of Xeres wine to her my heart holds dear;
If you insist to pledge with me, then drop a single tear.
For she I love is far away, and months must pass before
Her heart shall leap to hear again my foot-tramp at the door;
And thus apart, my weary heart, torn both with hopes and fears,
Gives to my spirit wretchedness, and to my eyelids tears.
If you insist to pledge with me, then drop a single tear.
For she I love is far away, and months must pass before
Her heart shall leap to hear again my foot-tramp at the door;
And thus apart, my weary heart, torn both with hopes and fears,
Gives to my spirit wretchedness, and to my eyelids tears.
You laugh and quaff your Xeres wine, around the festive board,
And jest with names of those who love, which secret you should hoard;
But I conceal how much I feel, for words could not express
The sorrow weeping in my heart, the abject wretchedness,
Illumined by a single hope—which may be all in vain!—
That foes will cease to part our hearts, and we will meet again.
And jest with names of those who love, which secret you should hoard;
But I conceal how much I feel, for words could not express
The sorrow weeping in my heart, the abject wretchedness,
Illumined by a single hope—which may be all in vain!—
That foes will cease to part our hearts, and we will meet again.
| The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") | |