 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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SONNET.
THE HYPOCRITE.
Ye ask me in your senselessness of heart—“Why do you weep? what you have lost, we lose!
From Adam down all men have felt the smart
Of parting from their mothers—which you choose
To dwell upon so long, as if to part
From yours was more than ours to part from those
That we love best! We all have felt the dart
Enter our souls!—we, too, have felt thy woes!”
Peace, heartless wretch! ye know not of the throes
Your senselessness hath caused!—ye have no art
Even to conceal your want of that which knows
In me no bounds—which ye have caused to start
Anew, in pity for thee, from repose!
New York, March 8, 1841.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |