Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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SORROW'S CLOUD. |
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SORROW'S CLOUD.
Sorrow hath come upon me as a cloud,
Beneath whose might my very life seems bow'd;
And crushed to dust and gloomy nothingness,
Are hopes that once perplexed with rich distress!
Beneath whose might my very life seems bow'd;
And crushed to dust and gloomy nothingness,
Are hopes that once perplexed with rich distress!
For once I walked in paths so full of joy
That gladness ev'n could pall and Hope could cloy—
Hope, that such treasures and delights displayed—
Perforce—my dazzled fancy sought the shade.
That gladness ev'n could pall and Hope could cloy—
Hope, that such treasures and delights displayed—
Perforce—my dazzled fancy sought the shade.
I knew not where to turn—nor which to choose,
These loved I much, yet liked not those to lose;
That bright perplexity of Hope no more
Shall ruffle and disturb my heart's pierced core.
These loved I much, yet liked not those to lose;
That bright perplexity of Hope no more
Shall ruffle and disturb my heart's pierced core.
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Sorrow hath crushed my life with her dull cloud,
Beneath her rule my trembling Soul is bowed;
Whate'er she proffers, that submiss we take,
Though the o'er worn heart should with its suffrance break!
Beneath her rule my trembling Soul is bowed;
Whate'er she proffers, that submiss we take,
Though the o'er worn heart should with its suffrance break!
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