Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[There is a moment with enchantments fraught]
There is a moment with enchantments fraught,When sudden Hope upspringeth in the Soul,
Born in a blaze of Sunshine, and the whole
Of deep existence in her toils is caught!
Vainly may she be prayed for, vainly sought—
She cometh when she listeth, and doth roll
The clouds away, with a serene controul,
From our Life's troubled Sky—by her made nought.
She cometh when she listeth!—and must part
When so she mindeth!—for the Soul in vain
Would clasp her ever, and the clinging heart!—
She leaves them oft with pitiless disdain!—
Indifference! better far than Hope thou wert—
Could we know nought, but thy dull, torpid reign!
Het Loo.
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