Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[All my soul trembles, to one hope supreme—]
All my soul trembles, to one hope supreme—Say that the planet may forsake the sun,
And a fresh course, in rash defiance, run—
Say, that the deeply-flowing, murmuring stream
Should bear afar its wavy-trembling gleam,
And seek its ocean-sepulchre to shun.—
Or that this tree, when summer hours are done
Should pluck its deep, deep roots from the earth, while teem
The skies with shadowings o' the dread tempest's threat,
And plant them in the unfixed—uncertain air—
Their strong foundations changed for frailest seat—
But say not I should every Thought's despair
Doom sternly!—these unwinding from that sweet,
That mighty Hope, their cherished charge and care!
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