Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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A WISH. |
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A WISH.
I would I could be near thee now,
A little, little while—
Then would I sun my shadowed brow
In thy resplendent smile!
A little, little while—
Then would I sun my shadowed brow
In thy resplendent smile!
And many things have I to say,
Much have I to reveal;
Oh! I could talk whole years away—
And not say half—I feel!
Much have I to reveal;
Oh! I could talk whole years away—
And not say half—I feel!
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And yet were I beside thee, then—
Fresh thoughts should crowding come,
And the old ones should sink down again—
And fill their silent tomb!—
Fresh thoughts should crowding come,
And the old ones should sink down again—
And fill their silent tomb!—
Would, would I could be near thee now,
A little while, mine own—
For in life's solitude I bow,
Heart-stricken and alone.
A little while, mine own—
For in life's solitude I bow,
Heart-stricken and alone.
'Tis solitude in crowds for me—
While thou art absent still;
A thousand sorrows mine must be,
Who bear those sorrows ill!
While thou art absent still;
A thousand sorrows mine must be,
Who bear those sorrows ill!
Impatient, restless, unresigned
I ever was and am—
Oh! Sorrow thou the fiery mind—
Mayst torture but not tame!
I ever was and am—
Oh! Sorrow thou the fiery mind—
Mayst torture but not tame!
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Sorrow! the fiery mind mayst thou
Crush down, but ne'er controul—
When most to thee my feelings bow
Most proudly soars my soul!
Crush down, but ne'er controul—
When most to thee my feelings bow
Most proudly soars my soul!
Mine own! would I could near thee be—
One little while—no more—
I would lay up felicity—
For many a day in store!
One little while—no more—
I would lay up felicity—
For many a day in store!
Oh! I would garner up delight—
In my quick heart's deep core,
To speed full many a day's dull flight—
When thee I meet no more!—
In my quick heart's deep core,
To speed full many a day's dull flight—
When thee I meet no more!—
Words,—looks,—and smiles,—should be mine own,
A world of treasure deep!—
A harvest of sweet wealth unknown—
Should I industrious reap.
A world of treasure deep!—
A harvest of sweet wealth unknown—
Should I industrious reap.
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Long should I feed on my rich store—
And when that store was done,
Should I begin then as before—
As hope were just begun!
And when that store was done,
Should I begin then as before—
As hope were just begun!
For ever in its morning's hour
My fadeless love appears—
Fresher, as firmer grows, in power,
Through still revolving years!
My fadeless love appears—
Fresher, as firmer grows, in power,
Through still revolving years!
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