Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET XXIV.
[In tenderness to me whom thou didst spurn]
In tenderness to me whom thou didst spurn,
When I came in thou fleddest from the room,
For fear thy artless beauty might consume
The heart it had already made to burn.
O thou fair sun around the which I turn,
Without whose brightness I am lost in gloom,
If I should lose thee sad would be my doom,
Since none so fair as thee can I discern.
When I came in thou fleddest from the room,
For fear thy artless beauty might consume
The heart it had already made to burn.
O thou fair sun around the which I turn,
Without whose brightness I am lost in gloom,
If I should lose thee sad would be my doom,
Since none so fair as thee can I discern.
Though many others may be bound in love
To thee, and with thy nearer smile be blest,
While I am wand'ring farthest from thy light,
To thee, and with thy nearer smile be blest,
While I am wand'ring farthest from thy light,
Yet, in the gloomy orbit where I move,
Though farther from thy charms than all the rest,
I feel the most their sweet attractive might.
Though farther from thy charms than all the rest,
I feel the most their sweet attractive might.
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