Impressions of Italy and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley |
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I FLEW TO 'SCAPE FROM LOVE AND THEE. |
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I FLEW TO 'SCAPE FROM LOVE AND THEE.
I flew to 'scape from Love and thee, I flew
To Nature, rich in sunbeams, flowers, and dew,
But where she was most beautiful—most there
She minded me of one yet far more fair.
To Nature, rich in sunbeams, flowers, and dew,
But where she was most beautiful—most there
She minded me of one yet far more fair.
I bent o'er the Romancer's pictured page
In hopes my sleepless sorrows to assuage,
But each bright Being there recalled that One
Yet brighter still—whom most I sought to shun.
In hopes my sleepless sorrows to assuage,
But each bright Being there recalled that One
Yet brighter still—whom most I sought to shun.
A distant pilgrimage I fondly planned,
And turned my steps to many a lovely land,
But each fair face I saw did but remind
Of one, yet more than beauteous—left behind.
And turned my steps to many a lovely land,
But each fair face I saw did but remind
Of one, yet more than beauteous—left behind.
I sought—in calm Religion's depths I sought
A balm for every racked and wounded thought;
Alas!—may this be pardoned—could it be
That I should think of Heaven, and not of thee?
A balm for every racked and wounded thought;
Alas!—may this be pardoned—could it be
That I should think of Heaven, and not of thee?
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