Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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I SEE THEE NOT.
I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Oh! sad and heavy is the lot
Of one, who hoards up treasured pain!
And weeps and hopeless weeps in vain!
Oh! sad and heavy is the lot
Of one, who hoards up treasured pain!
And weeps and hopeless weeps in vain!
Of one who sacred holds her grief,
And dreams not, thinks not of relief,
Till sorrow grows of life a part,
The habitual feeling of the heart.
And dreams not, thinks not of relief,
Till sorrow grows of life a part,
The habitual feeling of the heart.
But not the less is't sorrow still!—
Not less the tortured pulses thrill;
The heart is all as wrung and sore,
The pain is poignant as before!
Not less the tortured pulses thrill;
The heart is all as wrung and sore,
The pain is poignant as before!
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The vulture never groweth tame,
The fearful suffering is the same,
Nay day by day, and hour by hour,
Seems gathering yet intenser power!
The fearful suffering is the same,
Nay day by day, and hour by hour,
Seems gathering yet intenser power!
I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Grief, grief indulged ne'er soothes my lot,
My tears and tortures all are vain,
Pain cannot reconcile to pain!
Grief, grief indulged ne'er soothes my lot,
My tears and tortures all are vain,
Pain cannot reconcile to pain!
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