Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[I draw one deep thought nearer to my heart]
I draw one deep thought nearer to my heart;Nearer—for ever!—as it dearer grows!—
Through doubts and fears, and sufferings—wrongs and woes—
From that to sever were from life to part!—
Thought! that my treasure and my transport art,
Leave me not!—till life's dreary day-time's close;
Thou that ev'n like the Sun upon me rose
Through all my being, Hope's best lights to dart.
Dear Dream!—that crown'st me as some flowery wreath!
I faulter—shrink, and with strange terror start,
When thinking I must lose thee, ev'n in death!—
No!—thou'rt my Soul?—Vile doubt! how vain thy smart—
That Fear may well be spared me here beneath!
Still shall that thought grow nearer to my Heart.
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