Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Where is my Soul's own happiness?—ah! where]
Where is my Soul's own happiness?—ah! whereThe breath of my existence and its light?
Heavy and cold the dull oppressive blight
That weighs, sad absence!—on thy poisoned air,
And chills me with the terror of its care;
Let me but know once more the dear delight
Of thy glad presence, full of gracious might;
Let me but hear thy voice, for my Despair
Must vanish at thine aspect's blessed view,
And turn to Triumph at thy dazzling smile!
Let me then look on thee, for ever true
My heart and soul are vowed to thine, e'en while
My changing aspect takes Death's pallid hue,
Since no dear hopes delight,—nor dreams beguile!
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