Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Sorrow! thou broodest deeply o'er my soul]
Sorrow! thou broodest deeply o'er my soul,And fitt'st on every thought thy cramping chain;
But long inured to heaviness and pain,
I bend to thee submissive; and controul
Vain murmurings ever! dark the waves may roll
And deep—but fair pearls hid beneath remain:—
They know, who oft have bowed to thy dim reign,
That magic words are writ on thy dark scroll,
Spells of enchantment!—and that precious things
Are mid thy stores; thou brood'st o'er my lone way
Like some proud Eastern bird, with mighty wings,
Some dark, illustrious bird, that to the day,
(O'er which—round him—a gorgeous gloom he flings—)
Like star-bejewelled night, doth his rich plumes display!
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