The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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FRAGMENT.
[I am all alone by my silent hearth]
I am all alone by my silent hearth,
No smile of love, and no voice of mirth;
I am all alone, and my heart is sore
With thinking of days that are past and o'er.
No smile of love, and no voice of mirth;
I am all alone, and my heart is sore
With thinking of days that are past and o'er.
I sit and watch the stately trees,
As they roll and murmur on the breeze,
Or follow the clouds as they fleet and play,
But my heart—my heart is far away.
As they roll and murmur on the breeze,
Or follow the clouds as they fleet and play,
But my heart—my heart is far away.
My thoughts are wandering fast and wide,
Without an aim, and without a guide.
Without an aim, and without a guide.
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