Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] With Portrait engraved by E. Stodart ... in two volumes |
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SO LATE!
My happiness has come to me so late;
Had it come earlier, I had almost fear'd
That long ere this the thunderclouds had near'd,
Bearing some fatal bolt to compensate.
Had it come earlier, I had almost fear'd
That long ere this the thunderclouds had near'd,
Bearing some fatal bolt to compensate.
For, like those Indians, who, when joy is near,
Bow to the earth, and fear to be too glad,
Lest their offended god should make them sad,
So I, too bless'd by you, seem half to fear.
Bow to the earth, and fear to be too glad,
Lest their offended god should make them sad,
So I, too bless'd by you, seem half to fear.
But since my bliss has come to me so late,
I hope the while I fear, postponing yet
My dread anticipation of the debt,
That Love has made me feel I owe to Fate.
I hope the while I fear, postponing yet
My dread anticipation of the debt,
That Love has made me feel I owe to Fate.
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |