Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE BURIED SECRET. |
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THE BURIED SECRET.
I have a Secret all mine own,
That none suspect or dream;
The Sun upon his glorious throne—
O'er that may shed no gleam!
That none suspect or dream;
The Sun upon his glorious throne—
O'er that may shed no gleam!
Thou canst not bring its truth to light,
Proud Sun! though strong thou art—
'Tis buried in the deep, deep night
Of an upshrouded heart.—
Proud Sun! though strong thou art—
'Tis buried in the deep, deep night
Of an upshrouded heart.—
Conquerors, with armies for their train,
Their trophied pride must vail—
Their prowess and their powers were vain—
Here, here foiled force must fail!
Their trophied pride must vail—
Their prowess and their powers were vain—
Here, here foiled force must fail!
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The monarch in his proudest might
Should be defied and mocked—
That Secret shall be bared to sight,
Soul!—when thy Deep's unlocked!
Should be defied and mocked—
That Secret shall be bared to sight,
Soul!—when thy Deep's unlocked!
The sage, whose searching looks, unchecked,
Swift o'er creation roll—
Must fail that Secret to detect,
Since who can see the Soul?
Swift o'er creation roll—
Must fail that Secret to detect,
Since who can see the Soul?
And thou! e'en thou, too, must in vain
That Secret's meaning seek—
Language were but a check, a chain—
Unless that soul could speak!
That Secret's meaning seek—
Language were but a check, a chain—
Unless that soul could speak!
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