Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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TO ME ALIKE. |
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TO ME ALIKE.
To me alike pass night and day—
Time's wings are, sure, of lead—
To all things still, when thou'rt away,
My soul is as the dead.
Time's wings are, sure, of lead—
To all things still, when thou'rt away,
My soul is as the dead.
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They tell me this proud scene is fair,
And that is glad and bright—
I only know that light and air
To me seem death and night!
And that is glad and bright—
I only know that light and air
To me seem death and night!
And, oh! if thou love, art not there,
In sorrow's paths I tread;
And unto all things, glad and fair,
My soul is as the dead!—
In sorrow's paths I tread;
And unto all things, glad and fair,
My soul is as the dead!—
But thy Promethean presence gives
Such life—such energy—
My soul then so intensely lives—
I feel I cannot die!—
Such life—such energy—
My soul then so intensely lives—
I feel I cannot die!—
E'en overflowing then with life,
My soul appears to be,
Luxuriating in its proud strife,
Fervent, and full, and free.
My soul appears to be,
Luxuriating in its proud strife,
Fervent, and full, and free.
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All things unlovely e'en seem fair
To me—in gladness, then;
The world seems formed of light and air
Till thou depart again.—
To me—in gladness, then;
The world seems formed of light and air
Till thou depart again.—
My life goes with thee!—and my soul—
In vain, in vain for me
Suns blaze, flowers bloom, and bright stars roll—
No sight of joy I see.
In vain, in vain for me
Suns blaze, flowers bloom, and bright stars roll—
No sight of joy I see.
Vain things seem sunshine, flower, or star;
Where may their beauty be?
Is all their light indeed afar—
Their soul and mine with thee?
Where may their beauty be?
Is all their light indeed afar—
Their soul and mine with thee?
To me now seem the night and day—
Like dull twin-shadows spread,
To all things still, while thou'rt away,
My soul is as the dead!
Like dull twin-shadows spread,
To all things still, while thou'rt away,
My soul is as the dead!
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