Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Morning, thou comest to free the world from chains!]
Morning, thou comest to free the world from chains!This shalt thou do!—full brightly, gladly do!—
Old Midnight's reign is sweetly broken through,
And start to life and light the Hills and Plains!—
No memory of Night's shadowy sway remains—
This lovely change thou may'st effect, 'tis true,
But not the Spirit free from trammels too,
A chain too firm—too fatal—that restrains!—
Oh! Morning, couldst thou smile thy sunny way
Into the Soul—through all its glooms and clouds,
'Twere well with us!—but Midnight's murkiest sway
There dwelleth oft, when the opening Day unshrouds
The brow of Earth and Heaven with piercing ray—
While our palled Thoughts fleet by in dim-veiled crowds!
Het Loo.
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