Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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ONE MORE FAREWELL! |
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ONE MORE FAREWELL!
One more farewell! one more farewell!
When happiness is o'er
We love upon our grief to dwell,
And make it more and more.
When happiness is o'er
We love upon our grief to dwell,
And make it more and more.
We love then to increase the sum
Of our worst, wildest woe—
As though we hoped some change must come,
When thus the worst we know.
Of our worst, wildest woe—
As though we hoped some change must come,
When thus the worst we know.
One more farewell! one more farewell!
And then, alas! to part!
Oh! could I in that one word tell
The history of my heart.
And then, alas! to part!
Oh! could I in that one word tell
The history of my heart.
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No! no! I dare not now express—
That wish for thy sweet sake;
Couldst thou see my heart-wretchedness,
Then thine would surely break.
That wish for thy sweet sake;
Couldst thou see my heart-wretchedness,
Then thine would surely break.
One more farewell!—one more farewell!
Then all indeed is o'er—
Then on this rich grief let us dwell,
And make it more and more!
Then all indeed is o'er—
Then on this rich grief let us dwell,
And make it more and more!
Oh! linger, linger on this last,
This last sweet word of love;
Pour all the Passion of the Past,
On this, to melt and move.—
This last sweet word of love;
Pour all the Passion of the Past,
On this, to melt and move.—
Be all the Past's dear Passion poured,
In sweetness and in strength—
On this intense and burning Word,
Our only wealth at length!
In sweetness and in strength—
On this intense and burning Word,
Our only wealth at length!
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From thy loved lip the last, last sound
Thine own Devoted hears,
Her heart, the fervent and profound,
Must live upon for years.—
Thine own Devoted hears,
Her heart, the fervent and profound,
Must live upon for years.—
For rolling years the days shall seem,
When thou, Love! art away;
Thy smile's bright sun, no more must beam
To make her darkness day!
When thou, Love! art away;
Thy smile's bright sun, no more must beam
To make her darkness day!
One more farewell!—one more farewell!
When every hope is o'er,
We love on our despair to dwell,
And make it more and more.
When every hope is o'er,
We love on our despair to dwell,
And make it more and more.
Oh! linger, linger on this last,
This last sweet word of love—
Then all my peace is with the past,
And all my hopes above!
This last sweet word of love—
Then all my peace is with the past,
And all my hopes above!
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