Nugae Canorae Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions |
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SONNET VII.
[Oft when I brood on what my heart has felt]
Oft when I brood on what my heart has felt,And think on former friends, of whom alas!
She the most dear, sleeps where th' autumnal grass
To the wet night-wind flags, I inly melt;
And oft I seem (my spring-tide fled away;
While the heart's anguish darkens on my brow)
Likest the lone leaf on the wintry bough
That pines for the glad season's parted ray!
Such thoughts as these, when the dull hours pass by
Shroud them in hues of saddest sickliness!
Yet oft I wiselier muse, yea almost bless
The shiverings of departed extasy;
Thinking that He who thus my spirit tries
Draws it to Heaven a cleansed sacrifice!
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