Love-Sonnets by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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52
XLIV.
[As when day upon weary day it rains]
As when day upon weary day it rainsFor weeks in summer, roused at early morn
From pleasant dreams into a world forlorn
By the drops rattling on the window panes,
We curse the light, that brings us no new gains
But tedious hours till wearied and outworn
We sink again to sleep, as vainly born;
And, weary of life itself, the soul complains.
E'en such a curse the brightest day appears
To me at times, when the new-risen sun
Tells me, new-wakened, of a day begun
Wherein thy voice shall never reach mine ears.
Then I could wish for night, and labour done,
And loneliness, and the relief of tears.
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