Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[My Thoughts go forth, through all the realms of day]
My Thoughts go forth, through all the realms of day,Wreathing 'mid burning stars, like flames of fire!—
So haughtily and bravely they aspire!—
Proud is their march, and powerful their array,
Strange are their secret works, and steep their way,—
Ever they scale new heights to find yet higher—
And in my conscious Soul, when these retire,
Most wondrous-mystic is their sov'ran sway!
Most mystical of mystics!—they shall reign
O'er the unknown Empires, curtained and concealed,
And weave their Operations like a chain
Round all things that are opened and revealed;
Since to be idle is their heaviest pain,
And they are but at rest when mightiest powers they wield.
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