Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Come to my Soul, long-banished thoughts again]
Come to my Soul, long-banished thoughts again;Come thoughts, that breathe of hope and joy, once more!
And all the freshness of my Soul restore.
I cut, at length, Grief's cold and cankering chain;
Too long my spirit under Sorrow's reign
Hath borne to bow; now all I most abhor
Will I defy and scorn!—'tis done—'tis o'er!—
Long on a couch of iron I have lain!—
Now will I call back my sweet dreams of old;
Win them and wear them—and forget, at last,
That life is changeful, and that love is cold.
I will pluck roses that shall, covering, cast
Their roseate shadows o'er the gloomy mould
Heaped o'er mine earlier hopes, that faded fast!
Het Loo.
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