Julia Alpinula With The Captive of Stamboul and Other Poems. By J. H. Wiffen |
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 | Julia Alpinula |  |
XIV.
Then came the long embrace, the scanning eye,The eager question, and the fond reply;
The feelings uttered of departed years,
Sweet smiles of rapture, and still sweeter tears.
To one who long in pain has pined apart,
How grateful rush those ‘waters of the heart!’
The cord which bound the brain, beneath the thirst
Of long-denied relief is brightly burst;
And then, how fast, how free those currents rise!—
The heart transfers all utterance to the eyes.
No desert spring, just found in cooler skies,
Ere the breath thickens, and the traveller dies,—
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Of palms that whisper with the cloud that falls,
Comes with such gladdening import to his ear,
As the full flow of Hope's forgotten tear;
The heart's sweet flowers though withered long ago,
Fed by those drops, catch freshness as they flow,
And give their incense to the winds again,
In grateful triumph o'er remembered pain.
| Julia Alpinula | |