Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Fair wert thou as the morning—fair wert thou—]
Fair wert thou as the morning—fair wert thou—That with a midnight-gloom of memory deep,
Now weigh'st our souls down—since thou'rt fall'n asleep
In thy young years of beauty—darkly now
Thine image fills our thought, the pale, pale brow—
The silent lip, the eye that may not weep—
Nor sparkle more, these things long dwelt on steep
Our souls in Sorrow, to whose will they bow!—
Should these things be?—should thy freed soul but leave
Mournings and Shadows—Sufferings, Deaths behind?
For many deaths those mourners die, who grieve
As those that hope not—and with anguish blind
That stroke which freed thy Soul to theirs receive!—
Nor lean to loftier thoughts with wiser mind!
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