Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[A few last notes of birds!—a few last rays!—]
A few last notes of birds!—a few last rays!—A few last tints along Heaven's fading blue,
And silence and deep shadow shall ensue!
So finish still our busy, mortal days!
A few last looks on Life's bewildering ways,
A few last sighs and groans,—'tis all past through
This trial-time of clay—then Nature's dew—
A few last tears falls o'er us! dust decays;
And 'tis for this we brave unspoken woe,
And chew the cud of murderous agony!—
For this is all that we can hope below;
All that hath ever been or e'er shall be:—
Cold tide of Life! haste, haste along, and flow
Unto thy colder term, the Grave's engulphing Sea!
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