Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
 | I, II, III. |
|
NATURE'S SCENES. |
|
 | Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems |  |
304
NATURE'S SCENES.
Nature! thou call'st us with a mighty voice,To share thy noble and ennobling joys,
Those that to all thou profferest! Oh! I come—
But let me share the rich, deep, solemn gloom—
The calm—the hush—that in far fair retreats
Invite the heart that all too wildly beats,
To lay down every care, to court repose,
And hail the hour that sees its turmoil close
Then take me and be thou my nurse, ev'en thou—
Oh! take me to thy lulling bosom now,
And win these weary eyes with Sorrow wet,
Their hopeless tears and achings to forget,
And win them to forget the haunting forms
(Pale phantom aspects, which in life-pulse warms)
305
And wear the looks departed dear ones wore.
'Tis thou alone canst soothe, and bless, and calm,
And in the place of poisons give us balm;
To thee I fly, long wearied and afraid,
But to thy deepest hush of loneliest shade—
For by degrees—the healing touch must come
Unto the wrung and wounded bosom home.
First must the bitterness of anguish cease,
Then softly spread the dewy calms of Peace,
To usher in serenity of bliss,
That ever grows from such a peace as this—
A true, a tender, and a tranquil joy,
Too true—too pure—to weary or to cloy!—
Oh, Nature! unto thee, heart sick I come—
First let me seek thy rich, deep, solemn gloom,
Then on my Soul in full effulgence beam—
In all thy mighty loveliness supreme!
| Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems | |