 | Safie |  |
The heart where thought and sadness brood,
When left to throb in solitude,
Finds former revels leave behind
A weariness upon the mind,—
With which nor mind—nor heart can cope,—
Which throws a languor over Hope.
Thus Safie felt when all were fled,
And she was left alone to dread:—
The hollow laugh would echo long,—
The thoughts of earlier mirth would throng;—
Till worn by watching, thought, and care,
She shrank from terror to despair!
When left to throb in solitude,
Finds former revels leave behind
A weariness upon the mind,—
With which nor mind—nor heart can cope,—
Which throws a languor over Hope.
Thus Safie felt when all were fled,
And she was left alone to dread:—
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The thoughts of earlier mirth would throng;—
Till worn by watching, thought, and care,
She shrank from terror to despair!
| Safie | |