Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THEY PARTED. |
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THEY PARTED.
They parted in their sorrow,
The gentle and the young;
But the golden word “to-morrow!”—
Sighed from Hope's own honied tongue!
The gentle and the young;
But the golden word “to-morrow!”—
Sighed from Hope's own honied tongue!
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They parted in their sadness!
They had yet to live to know
Earth can scarcely boast a gladness
Worth that bright enchanted woe.—
They had yet to live to know
Earth can scarcely boast a gladness
Worth that bright enchanted woe.—
They parted in their sorrow,
But its vain burst was controlled
By the magic word “to-morrow,”
And their young hearts were consoled.
But its vain burst was controlled
By the magic word “to-morrow,”
And their young hearts were consoled.
Had they marked with sense prophetic
All that magic mighty word,
Shrouds of awful and pathetic—
Should they not have more deplored.
All that magic mighty word,
Shrouds of awful and pathetic—
Should they not have more deplored.
Had they marked how swift to-morrows,
With a never-failing pace,
Should bring them all their sorrows—
Steal each joy—each charm—each grace.
With a never-failing pace,
Should bring them all their sorrows—
Steal each joy—each charm—each grace.
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Age and pain, and death's self—bringing,
Changing never its smooth name,
Had their hearts, with glad up-springing,
Hailed that treacherous word the same?
Changing never its smooth name,
Had their hearts, with glad up-springing,
Hailed that treacherous word the same?
Oh! to-morrows on to-morrows
Crowded thick—thus leave at last
But that dark brief hour that borrows
All its substance from the past!
Crowded thick—thus leave at last
But that dark brief hour that borrows
All its substance from the past!
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