Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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INEZ TO MANUEL.
What shall I say?—not that I love thee! no!For that were vainest of all sayings now!—
In that cold glassiness of eye and brow
I trace the cruel truth, that works my woe!—
It cuts into my soul, sharp, sharp and slow!—
To Destiny the haughtiest Soul must bow:
'Tis mine to love thee—and I deign avow
To bear thy bitter scorn—nor love forego!
Still, still I love thee!—making all my Soul
A temple, consecrated utterly
To one most tyrannous thought that fills the whole!—
My madness and my martyrdom shall be
Its fruits and followings,—till my lone days roll
Down to the Darkness,—Sun by Sun—and flee!
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