Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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COME TO ME. |
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COME TO ME.
Come to me—come to me—sorrow hath seized me,
Shall I not sink in the long weary race,
All that once soothed me best, all that once pleased me,
Now must to gloom and despondence give place.
Shall I not sink in the long weary race,
All that once soothed me best, all that once pleased me,
Now must to gloom and despondence give place.
Haste thee here!—haste thee here!—true one and dearest,
One, one smile of thine shall chase shadows and night,
Oh! my Soul! all thou doubtest and mournest and fearest,
Full soon should be changed then to hope and delight!
One, one smile of thine shall chase shadows and night,
Oh! my Soul! all thou doubtest and mournest and fearest,
Full soon should be changed then to hope and delight!
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Haste thee here!—Come to me!—weary with watching,
Love in my Soul seems fast fading to grief;
The roses that Hope once enraptured was snatching,
Display all their thorns stripped of blossom and leaf!
Love in my Soul seems fast fading to grief;
The roses that Hope once enraptured was snatching,
Display all their thorns stripped of blossom and leaf!
Come to me, come to me, like one awaking
From dark dreams of suffering and visions of gloom;
How should this wrung Heart now wounded and breaking,
Start then from the shadows and terrors of doom!
From dark dreams of suffering and visions of gloom;
How should this wrung Heart now wounded and breaking,
Start then from the shadows and terrors of doom!
Haste thee here!—haste thee here!—Fair Suns are shining!
Those fair Suns are shining but vainly for me;
Still wrapp'd in a shadow of doubt and repining,
I think but of thy smiles, I breathe but for thee!
Those fair Suns are shining but vainly for me;
Still wrapp'd in a shadow of doubt and repining,
I think but of thy smiles, I breathe but for thee!
Haste thee here!—Come to me!—Faint e'en with loving,
My spirit needs strength now to stand 'gainst this strife;
If the needle be fixed—should the Pole Star be roving?—
Oh! thee, and thee only, thy Soul seeks in life!
My spirit needs strength now to stand 'gainst this strife;
If the needle be fixed—should the Pole Star be roving?—
Oh! thee, and thee only, thy Soul seeks in life!
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