Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] With Portrait engraved by E. Stodart ... in two volumes |
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“I WONDER WILL YOU TWINE FOR ME,” &c.
“Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled,—
The only constant mourner o'er the dead!”
—Byron.
The only constant mourner o'er the dead!”
—Byron.
I wonder,—will you twine for me
Sad cypress wreaths when I am dead,
Or, sentinel,—like yon dark tree,
Watch, constant, o'er my lonely bed?
Sad cypress wreaths when I am dead,
Or, sentinel,—like yon dark tree,
Watch, constant, o'er my lonely bed?
Or will you,—like some forest bird
Escaped the slumb'ring fowler's snare,
Plume your free'd wings, and heavenward
Soar blithely thro' the ambient air? . . .
Escaped the slumb'ring fowler's snare,
Plume your free'd wings, and heavenward
Soar blithely thro' the ambient air? . . .
Methinks at both my heart would bleed,—
My spirit-heart, 'neath folded wings,—
If our poor sexless souls shall heed
The passing of terrestrial things!
My spirit-heart, 'neath folded wings,—
If our poor sexless souls shall heed
The passing of terrestrial things!
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So, choose, my love, some middle way;—
At morn,—like falcon fresh and free
Soar sunwards,—but, at closing day
Be, sometimes, like the cypress tree;—
At morn,—like falcon fresh and free
Soar sunwards,—but, at closing day
Be, sometimes, like the cypress tree;—
Mute o'er a memory remain
In centred thought, one little minute,—
Unclasp one closed-up book again,
And read the story written in it!
In centred thought, one little minute,—
Unclasp one closed-up book again,
And read the story written in it!
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |