Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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DREAMS OF MY SOUL. |
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DREAMS OF MY SOUL.
Dreams of my Soul! ye are vanished and fled:
Far have you fled!—fast have faded—alas!—
The light that around, ye so radiantly shed,
With you, and for ever, must perish or pass!
Far have you fled!—fast have faded—alas!—
The light that around, ye so radiantly shed,
With you, and for ever, must perish or pass!
Dreams of my Heart! is your loveliness lost?—
Must I bask never more in the light of your beams?
Must I mourn o'er that loss, when I prize ye the most,
Hopes of my Heart!—happy Visions and Dreams?
Must I bask never more in the light of your beams?
Must I mourn o'er that loss, when I prize ye the most,
Hopes of my Heart!—happy Visions and Dreams?
Why did ye smile till the Sunshine became
Even a part of my Soul, as all yours it appeared?
Why made ye my path one of incense and flame,
When the Grave of Despair was the dark goal it neared!
Even a part of my Soul, as all yours it appeared?
Why made ye my path one of incense and flame,
When the Grave of Despair was the dark goal it neared!
Bright Dreams! ye looked beautiful, glorious, and fair;
Not the Stars with more light seem'd through Heaven's arch to roll!—
Why, why are ye false as the frail meteors there?—
Love,—Peace,—and Happiness!—Dreams of my Soul!
Not the Stars with more light seem'd through Heaven's arch to roll!—
Why, why are ye false as the frail meteors there?—
Love,—Peace,—and Happiness!—Dreams of my Soul!
Prague.
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