 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
7
TO------
Yes, I have loved and I have knownWhat 'tis to sigh and sigh in vain,
And feel when every hope was flown
That still my heart must bear its chain,
That still my soul must hold as dear
The form that taught it first to sigh,
Whose smile but mocked my falling tear,
And jested with my agony;
And still though many a rolling year
Hath shed its change of sun and snow,
No ray of hope hath beamed to cheer
The winter of my bosom's woe.
My heart is like a dreary tomb,
Neglected love lies buried there,
And mournful 'midst the rayless gloom
Sits the wan shade of mute despair.
The shafts of fate that, frequent dealt,
Had humbled others in the dust,
Glance off from me unfeared, unfelt,
Like arrows from a marble bust.
8
Is this devoted heart and brain;
This silent breast has ceased to sigh,
These eyes shall never weep again.
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |