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Hours at Naples, and Other Poems

By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley
 

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COLD WORLD!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

COLD WORLD!

Cold World! unkind thou art
Unto the feeling Heart—
And leav'st it lorn and lone,
Kinder thou'lt be—Grave-stone!

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Through rolling years, as hours,
Thou'lt screen from Sun and Showers—
Through circling hours and years,
Save from more wasting tears!
Better thy frozen gloom,
Oh! dark and dreamless Tomb!
Than this World's Meteor-smiles,
This World's vain, hollow wiles!
Cold World! that Tomb shall yet
Crush me and my regret,
And turn—Oh! pitying Skies!
The tear-springs from mine eyes!
Through rolling years and hours,
'Twill screen from outward showers;
Through circling hours and years,
From inward wasting tears!