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[I murmur not though hard the lot]
I murmur not though hard the lot
To see another's that fond smile;
And feel myself all, all forgot,
And left to weep unseen the while.
To see another's that fond smile;
And feel myself all, all forgot,
And left to weep unseen the while.
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I murmur not that thou canst give
Another joy so dear to me;
Though for that smile alone I live,
Am glad but while I look on thee.
Another joy so dear to me;
Though for that smile alone I live,
Am glad but while I look on thee.
I would not ask those eyes to turn,
And shed their light upon my woe;
To cool these throbbing veins that burn
With passion's hottest maddest flow.
And shed their light upon my woe;
To cool these throbbing veins that burn
With passion's hottest maddest flow.
I would not cause that gentle heart
A sigh of sorrow, shade of grief;
To bid this mountain weight depart,
And give my anguished soul relief.
A sigh of sorrow, shade of grief;
To bid this mountain weight depart,
And give my anguished soul relief.
Still may that bright and sunny brow
No shade of care or sorrow know;
Still beam those eyes as bright as now,
Though not on me their smile they throw.
No shade of care or sorrow know;
Still beam those eyes as bright as now,
Though not on me their smile they throw.
I will not mourn though sad the weight,
The weary weight life brings to me;
For thou shalt live with joy elate,
With cheek all bloom and heart all glee.
The weary weight life brings to me;
For thou shalt live with joy elate,
With cheek all bloom and heart all glee.
Those eyes another's love shall speak,
Those lips shall breathe another's name;
Yet vain in other's souls they seek
A purer love, a holier flame.
Those lips shall breathe another's name;
Yet vain in other's souls they seek
A purer love, a holier flame.
'Twill burn, when yon bright beaming star
With kindred light has ceased to glow,
As pure in yon blue heaven afar,
As in its earthly shrine below.
With kindred light has ceased to glow,
As pure in yon blue heaven afar,
As in its earthly shrine below.
Poem No. 248; 1836?
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