Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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A LESSON IN SORROW. |
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A LESSON IN SORROW.
And wilt thou, wilt thou weep with me?
And wouldst thou fain be taught
The dreary, weary misery
Wherewith my soul is fraught?
And wouldst thou fain be taught
The dreary, weary misery
Wherewith my soul is fraught?
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Tell me, then, hast thou one hope dear,
Far, far beyond the rest?
Resign, renounce, without a tear,
That dearest hope and best!
Far, far beyond the rest?
Resign, renounce, without a tear,
That dearest hope and best!
Its dying struggles watch and share—
Echo its last long sigh!
Its hue of death and ashes wear,
And yet thou shalt not die!
Echo its last long sigh!
Its hue of death and ashes wear,
And yet thou shalt not die!
Bury thine own dead happiness—
With thine own trembling hands—
(Then bury too thy vain distress—
Which yet a vent demands!—)
With thine own trembling hands—
(Then bury too thy vain distress—
Which yet a vent demands!—)
Heap, heap the earth o'er its cold rest
Nor dare to shed one tear;
Then go and be the revel's guest,
And gayest there appear!
Nor dare to shed one tear;
Then go and be the revel's guest,
And gayest there appear!
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Renounce thy hope—resign thy joy,
And enter on despair—
Yet every slightest sign destroy,
That might betray thy care!
And enter on despair—
Yet every slightest sign destroy,
That might betray thy care!
Be all renounced, that e'er yet brought
A dream of bliss to thee,
And then, perchance, thou mayst be taught
To weep—and weep for me!
A dream of bliss to thee,
And then, perchance, thou mayst be taught
To weep—and weep for me!
To weep for me—but oh! not yet
With me—with me to weep;
'Tis not that sorrows deep beset—
'Tis that the soul's too deep!
With me—with me to weep;
'Tis not that sorrows deep beset—
'Tis that the soul's too deep!
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