Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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NO BIRD THAT SINGS IN SUMMER'S
BOWERS. |
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NO BIRD THAT SINGS IN SUMMER'S BOWERS.
No bird that sings in summer's bowers
Was e'er so light as thou once wert,
In thy unblighted, buoyant hours,
Oh! my betrayed and broken heart!
Was e'er so light as thou once wert,
In thy unblighted, buoyant hours,
Oh! my betrayed and broken heart!
More and more beautiful appeared
The glorious heavens, the glowing earth,
When Love his hapless victim neared—
How could I doubt his truth and worth?
The glorious heavens, the glowing earth,
When Love his hapless victim neared—
How could I doubt his truth and worth?
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Now Fear around me spreads his shade,—
And pierce and thrill with awful power
Memory's sweet whispers,—till dismayed
My heart is wan as blighted flower.
And pierce and thrill with awful power
Memory's sweet whispers,—till dismayed
My heart is wan as blighted flower.
Shall I look forward to that Fear,
Or back to Memory's sad delight?
Oh! both are deadly, both are dear,
In Fancy's and in Feeling's sight!
Or back to Memory's sad delight?
Oh! both are deadly, both are dear,
In Fancy's and in Feeling's sight!
I love the very worst of grief
That thou canst on my soul inflict,
And feel one hour of kindness brief
Would pay for centuries of neglect!
That thou canst on my soul inflict,
And feel one hour of kindness brief
Would pay for centuries of neglect!
Then canst thou have the heart to doom
Thine own devoted one to death,
And darken all her soul with gloom,—
While still she breathes grief's troubled breath!
Thine own devoted one to death,
And darken all her soul with gloom,—
While still she breathes grief's troubled breath!
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