The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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IX. HEART-ACHE
My First's an airy thing.
Joying in flowers,
Evermore wandering
In Fancy's bowers;
Living on beauteous smiles
From eyes that glisten.
And telling of Love's wiles
To ears that listen.
Joying in flowers,
Evermore wandering
In Fancy's bowers;
Living on beauteous smiles
From eyes that glisten.
And telling of Love's wiles
To ears that listen.
But if, in its first flush
Of warm emotion,
My Second come to crush
Its young devotion,
Oh! then it wastes away,
Weeping and waking,
And, on some sunny day,
Is blest in breaking!
Of warm emotion,
My Second come to crush
Its young devotion,
Oh! then it wastes away,
Weeping and waking,
And, on some sunny day,
Is blest in breaking!
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