Hours at Naples, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley |
I HAVE ADMIRED THROUGH CIRCLING
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I HAVE ADMIRED THROUGH CIRCLING HOURS.
I have admired through circling hours
Thy Soul's fair gifts, thy Mind's rich powers;
But—ever dearest as thou art—
I have adored thy angel heart!
Thy Soul's fair gifts, thy Mind's rich powers;
But—ever dearest as thou art—
I have adored thy angel heart!
Thy flute-like tones—thy star-bright smiles,
Pure, artless arts—sweet, guileless wiles—
I have indeed admired—approved—
But Oh!—thy meekness 'twas I loved!
Pure, artless arts—sweet, guileless wiles—
I have indeed admired—approved—
But Oh!—thy meekness 'twas I loved!
Let others bless those smiles so bright,
Those rosy smiles—with deep delight—
Thine eye its loveliest aspect wears
For me when it shines soft through tears!
Those rosy smiles—with deep delight—
Thine eye its loveliest aspect wears
For me when it shines soft through tears!
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Let others hail that voice so sweet,
When it doth joy's light words repeat—
I love it more—I love it most
When in low broken sighs 'tis lost!
When it doth joy's light words repeat—
I love it more—I love it most
When in low broken sighs 'tis lost!
Let others share thy gentle mirth,
Thou best and brightest one on earth—
If my heart thy soft sadness shares,
Be theirs thy smiles—thy sunshine theirs!
Thou best and brightest one on earth—
If my heart thy soft sadness shares,
Be theirs thy smiles—thy sunshine theirs!
Theirs be thy playfulness and mirth,
Though these too have their own sweet worth—
Yet let those smiles on others shine—
Be but thy melancholy mine!
Though these too have their own sweet worth—
Yet let those smiles on others shine—
Be but thy melancholy mine!
But oh! if hallowed sadness—sweet!—
Thou shunn'st, in Youth's bright hours and fleet,
Nor lov'st those deep leaves dark as death,
Dim Cypress leaves 'midst Joy's fair wreath—
Thou shunn'st, in Youth's bright hours and fleet,
Nor lov'st those deep leaves dark as death,
Dim Cypress leaves 'midst Joy's fair wreath—
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Oh! then be gay—Beloved, be gay—
There yet will come a cloudier day—
When thoughtful shades shall veil that brow—
Put on Joy's happiest aspect now!
There yet will come a cloudier day—
When thoughtful shades shall veil that brow—
Put on Joy's happiest aspect now!
And I will stand aloof—and bless,
Who cannot share thy happiness;
Yet while Life's breath to me is given,
Thy Happiness shall be my Heaven!
Who cannot share thy happiness;
Yet while Life's breath to me is given,
Thy Happiness shall be my Heaven!
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