Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[100. O Nature my sole mistress unto thee]
O Nature my sole mistress unto theeI turn again and wonder why my soul
Should ever seek for Beauty's smiles; to be
Deceived as they have aye deceived—The bowl
Of love to me much bitterness doth hold—
Sweet smiles are oft but flowers gay
Hiding the rock forever hard and cold,—
But thy sweet smiles Nature ne'er betray.
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