Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Hopes!—Hopes!—how soon, how very soon to leave!]
Hopes!—Hopes!—how soon, how very soon to leave!A moment's ruffling—your bright bubbles break,
As those do, on yon many-glittering lake!
Yours! on the life!—and then we mourn and grieve,
And our sick hearts with sighs desponding heave,
As though unpitying Fate did harshly take
Some real substantial good away—and wake
And watch in vain, our treasure to retrieve!—
Fair Hopes!—I made ye once my counsellors,
My bosom friends!—companions night and morn;
But now against ye have I closed my doors—
Your treachery I detest—your flatteries scorn—
Dread disappointment most my heart abhors—
And leaves the rose unplucked, still fearful of the thorn!
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