Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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WHERE ART THOU? |
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WHERE ART THOU?
Where art thou, my Beloved? and yet
What matters where thou art?
I ask with tones, more faint, more fond,
Where are thy thoughts—thy Heart?
What matters where thou art?
I ask with tones, more faint, more fond,
Where are thy thoughts—thy Heart?
Dost thou remember other hours—
And other dearer days?—
Or do thy thoughts, false wanderers stray,
More than thy footstep strays?—
And other dearer days?—
Or do thy thoughts, false wanderers stray,
More than thy footstep strays?—
Dost look upon the glorious skies,
The purple skies above,
And for the sake of sunshine past—
Their smiles more deeply love?—
The purple skies above,
And for the sake of sunshine past—
Their smiles more deeply love?—
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Dost thou, oh! dost thou think of me,
Who in thy thoughts would live?—
If no dark change o'erclouds thy Heart,
The trembling doubt forgive!
Who in thy thoughts would live?—
If no dark change o'erclouds thy Heart,
The trembling doubt forgive!
Fear dwells with love—and still the more
We feel, the more we fear;
Oh! how my soul must dwell in doubt,
And faultering tremours here!
We feel, the more we fear;
Oh! how my soul must dwell in doubt,
And faultering tremours here!
Those who such deep devotion know,
But seldom are they just,
To the throned rulers of their hearts,
Who claim their truth—their trust!—
But seldom are they just,
To the throned rulers of their hearts,
Who claim their truth—their trust!—
'Tis in their keeping all their soul,
With all its treasure, lies,
No marvel that to thrill—to o'erpower—
A thousand fears arise!—
With all its treasure, lies,
No marvel that to thrill—to o'erpower—
A thousand fears arise!—
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Where art thou, oh! Beloved?—yet
What matters where thou art?
I ask with tones more tremulous,
Where are thy thoughts—thy Heart?—
What matters where thou art?
I ask with tones more tremulous,
Where are thy thoughts—thy Heart?—
Mine—faithful with unvarying faith,
Make answer—full and clear—
My constant thoughts—my conscious heart—
My changeless soul—sigh—here!
Make answer—full and clear—
My constant thoughts—my conscious heart—
My changeless soul—sigh—here!
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