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STANZAS.
Pain and Pleasure, thou hast wrought me,
Smiles that lighten, tears that roll,
All the madness thou hast taught me,
Woe and weal of Lover's soul.
Smiles that lighten, tears that roll,
All the madness thou hast taught me,
Woe and weal of Lover's soul.
Often in my Spirit's blindness
When, at midnight, thoughts will start
That, perchance, thy seeming kindness
Doth but mask a traitor heart:
When, at midnight, thoughts will start
That, perchance, thy seeming kindness
Doth but mask a traitor heart:
Often then I think to slay thee,
Think, in misery, it were sweet
If Death's sudden hand should lay thee
Mine before my jealous feet:
Think, in misery, it were sweet
If Death's sudden hand should lay thee
Mine before my jealous feet:
But the rosy morn, succeeding,
Brings its solace to the breast,
And the sceptic, Love, believing,
Kisses Faith and is at rest;
Brings its solace to the breast,
And the sceptic, Love, believing,
Kisses Faith and is at rest;
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And my soul, new-winged, seems fleeing
Through a fairy world of light,
Every thought of thy sweet being
Thrills me with unknown delight.
Through a fairy world of light,
Every thought of thy sweet being
Thrills me with unknown delight.
Let me think when I am perished
In thy soul there shall remain
Grace for one whom thou hast cherished,
Blest, tormented, soothed, and slain:
In thy soul there shall remain
Grace for one whom thou hast cherished,
Blest, tormented, soothed, and slain:
On my grave (with wild-flowers sow it!)
Plant no stone of sculptured art:
There the bones sleep, but the Poet
Rests within his mistress' heart.
Plant no stone of sculptured art:
There the bones sleep, but the Poet
Rests within his mistress' heart.
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