Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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SEAS AND MOUNTAINS. |
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SEAS AND MOUNTAINS.
Seas and Mountains are between us,
Oh! mine own beloved one; now
From each other still they screen us,
Lone am I—for far art thou.
Oh! mine own beloved one; now
From each other still they screen us,
Lone am I—for far art thou.
Oh! the heavy Sea's dark rolling,
In my very soul it seems;
And beyond my weak controuling,
Fills my life with terror-dreams.
In my very soul it seems;
And beyond my weak controuling,
Fills my life with terror-dreams.
And these Mountains, oh! these Mountains,
Surely on my heart they lie;
Crushing down its fiery fountains,
To fear's mist of agony!
Surely on my heart they lie;
Crushing down its fiery fountains,
To fear's mist of agony!
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Is't but absence—is't but distance,
That this weight of misery brings;
That around my changed existence,
Such a cloud of suffering flings?
That this weight of misery brings;
That around my changed existence,
Such a cloud of suffering flings?
Seas and Mountains swell between us,
Mountains vast and sweeping seas,
From each other still they screen us,—
Would there were but these—but these.
Mountains vast and sweeping seas,
From each other still they screen us,—
Would there were but these—but these.
Other bars more stern, more fearful,—
Well I feel divide us now;
While I mourn with tremblings tearful,
Lorn and lone—since far art thou!
Well I feel divide us now;
While I mourn with tremblings tearful,
Lorn and lone—since far art thou!
Worse than hills and waves divide us,—
Me to crush with vain distress;
Ye are gone that once allied us—
Truth and Faith and Tenderness!
Me to crush with vain distress;
Ye are gone that once allied us—
Truth and Faith and Tenderness!
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Well I know—bleak thought and blighting,
Wounding me with grief's excess—
Ye our souls are disuniting,
Falsehood—Change—Forgetfulness!
Wounding me with grief's excess—
Ye our souls are disuniting,
Falsehood—Change—Forgetfulness!
Not in mine are ye abiding,
Heaven forefend!—and Heav'n be praised;
That—though weak—fond—blind—confiding,
There at least truth's light hath blazed!
Heaven forefend!—and Heav'n be praised;
That—though weak—fond—blind—confiding,
There at least truth's light hath blazed!
Not in mine—oh! never, never!
Did we wait for that to change—
Our fixed souls should never sever,
Till through the orbs of light they range!
Did we wait for that to change—
Our fixed souls should never sever,
Till through the orbs of light they range!
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