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LOVE SHELTERED. |
 | The poetical writings of Elizabeth Oakes Smith |  |
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LOVE SHELTERED.
“Love came to my window one day.”
A bird, escaped the fowler's snare,
Sought refuge in my breast—
Alas! too fondly cherished there,
It robbed me of my rest.
Sought refuge in my breast—
Alas! too fondly cherished there,
It robbed me of my rest.
Awhile its ruffled wing it drest,
Content it seemed awhile—
Close to my throbbing bosom prest,
I never dreamed of guile.
Content it seemed awhile—
Close to my throbbing bosom prest,
I never dreamed of guile.
I never dreamed my sheltered dove
Would weary of its home,
That it would seek another love,
And from my bosom roam.
Would weary of its home,
That it would seek another love,
And from my bosom roam.
I felt it struggling in my hand—
It struggled to be free;
I tighter drew the silken band
That bound it unto me.
It struggled to be free;
I tighter drew the silken band
That bound it unto me.
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Alas! how drooped the joyous thing;
Its sorrow touched my heart—
I loosed the bond—it poised its wing;
How could my dove depart?
Its sorrow touched my heart—
I loosed the bond—it poised its wing;
How could my dove depart?
How leave a trusting heart to pine,
In solitude and pain!
Oh bird, new perils will be thine;
Come to my breast again.
In solitude and pain!
Oh bird, new perils will be thine;
Come to my breast again.
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