Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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There is a Joy in all Love's sorrow still—In its devotedness and fine distress—
In all its agony a happiness!—
One chord at least must with deep rapture thrill!
One thought must every thought with transport fill—
“I love—and live to ask sweet Heaven to bless
The one beloved!”—No selfish dream can press
Between those bright emotions, nought of ill!—
Come dubious Joy!—come saddened Sweetness!—now
Come cloudy Brightness!—wavering Comfort!—come,
For I beneath Love's heaviest sorrows bow—
And bear the sufferings of his bitterest doom:—
Too faintly gleams along my shadowed brow
That hope which still should light, his footsteps to the tomb!
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