Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
I, II, III. |
VAIN THOUGHTS. |
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VAIN THOUGHTS.
Away, vain thoughts! I banish ye,
For ever more depart—
I will be ruler in my soul—
And lord of mine own Heart.
For ever more depart—
I will be ruler in my soul—
And lord of mine own Heart.
Like stranger-presences and powers
Those Thoughts appeared to come—
And lord it in my abject soul,
That trembling heard its doom!
Those Thoughts appeared to come—
And lord it in my abject soul,
That trembling heard its doom!
How is it that we thus can bow
To fancies and to dreams,
Which sway the spirit as they list—
As winds the ruffled streams?
To fancies and to dreams,
Which sway the spirit as they list—
As winds the ruffled streams?
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Away, vain thoughts!—rash visitants,
I warn ye, hence! away—
For I will mine own spirit rule,
And mine own Heart will sway.
I warn ye, hence! away—
For I will mine own spirit rule,
And mine own Heart will sway.
Hence, hence! for while ye here remain
I dwell in doubt and fear;
But doubts—but fears, I champion now!
Ye shall not linger here.
I dwell in doubt and fear;
But doubts—but fears, I champion now!
Ye shall not linger here.
Away, ye hovering, haunting thoughts—
I warn ye—hence! away!
I will be ruler in my soul;
Enough—ye shall obey!—
I warn ye—hence! away!
I will be ruler in my soul;
Enough—ye shall obey!—
Our thoughts should be our servants aye,
And wait upon our will—
But they would cast the yoke away,
And would be masters still.—
And wait upon our will—
But they would cast the yoke away,
And would be masters still.—
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And dangerous masters they must be,
And ruin they shall bring—
On those that to their guidance bow,
Cowering beneath their wing!
And ruin they shall bring—
On those that to their guidance bow,
Cowering beneath their wing!
Once left to their own wandering way,
They rule us as they list—
And we, submissive and subdued—
Bound with strange dreams exist.—
They rule us as they list—
And we, submissive and subdued—
Bound with strange dreams exist.—
Away, vain thoughts, I will not bow,
I will not bear your sway;
I will be master in my soul—
And rule!—ye shall obey!
I will not bear your sway;
I will be master in my soul—
And rule!—ye shall obey!
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