Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
 | I, II, III. |
|
|
MY THOUGHTS SPEED O'ER THE RESTLESS
WATERS. |
 | Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems |  |
55
MY THOUGHTS SPEED O'ER THE RESTLESS WATERS.
My thoughts speed o'er the restless billows,
Themselves as restless and as wild;
Now stirred with a delicious tumult,
And now with grief's dark stains defiled.
Themselves as restless and as wild;
Now stirred with a delicious tumult,
And now with grief's dark stains defiled.
My thoughts are travellers o'er the waters,
Themselves as troubled and as deep!
The sea reflects a thousand shadows,
My thousand thoughts one image keep!
Themselves as troubled and as deep!
The sea reflects a thousand shadows,
My thousand thoughts one image keep!
My thoughts, are pilgrims o'er the ocean,
Themselves as mighty and as strong,
The ocean mirrors back the heaven,
And all the clouds its realms that throng!
Themselves as mighty and as strong,
The ocean mirrors back the heaven,
And all the clouds its realms that throng!
56
My thoughts still mirror thee, O false one!
There thou'rt an angel still of light;
They evermore reflect their Heaven,
But not its clouds, in troubled flight!
There thou'rt an angel still of light;
They evermore reflect their Heaven,
But not its clouds, in troubled flight!
They mirror back thy bright perfections,
And all thy faults—thy follies shun;
While by those reckless faults and follies
My soul's best hopes are all undone!
And all thy faults—thy follies shun;
While by those reckless faults and follies
My soul's best hopes are all undone!
My thoughts speed o'er the ocean limit,
With Night's wild winds in mid career;
On land for them is no reposing,
Since, O beloved! thou art not here.
With Night's wild winds in mid career;
On land for them is no reposing,
Since, O beloved! thou art not here.
Then let them speed like sudden lightnings,
Should they remain they may not rest;
Better that they should flash unshackled,
Than smoulder in a darkened breast.
Should they remain they may not rest;
Better that they should flash unshackled,
Than smoulder in a darkened breast.
57
But vainly must they toil and travel,
Still for leagues on leagues untold;
They seek a fond heart and a faithful,
They shall but find a false and cold!
Still for leagues on leagues untold;
They seek a fond heart and a faithful,
They shall but find a false and cold!
| Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems | |