Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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I AM WEARY OF MY THOUGHTS. |
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I AM WEARY OF MY THOUGHTS.
I am weary of my thoughts, for they
In one strain for ever run—
I am weary of the heavy thrall,
Which I cannot, cannot shun!
In one strain for ever run—
I am weary of the heavy thrall,
Which I cannot, cannot shun!
To the eye that looks but on the ground,
And evermore through tears—
Though flowery treasures there abound,
How gloomy it appears!—
And evermore through tears—
Though flowery treasures there abound,
How gloomy it appears!—
It seemeth but a waste of gloom,
In the eye to beauty dead—
And hollow sounds it, as the tomb,
Unto sorrow's heavy tread.—
In the eye to beauty dead—
And hollow sounds it, as the tomb,
Unto sorrow's heavy tread.—
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One Grief hath made my thoughts and dreams
Ten thousand Griefs and more!—
That fair flowed on in joyous streams—
Unchained—undimmed before!
Ten thousand Griefs and more!—
That fair flowed on in joyous streams—
Unchained—undimmed before!
The shadow of one Thought is thrown
Most heavily on all—
They have its dull reflection grown,
And brook the selfsame thrall.
Most heavily on all—
They have its dull reflection grown,
And brook the selfsame thrall.
The presence of that mournful thought
Hath changed my very soul—
A heavy work therein is wrought,
Bowed to its dark controul!
Hath changed my very soul—
A heavy work therein is wrought,
Bowed to its dark controul!
I am weary of my thoughts, for they
In one gloomy tenour run—
And make a darkness of the Day,
And a shadow of the Sun!
In one gloomy tenour run—
And make a darkness of the Day,
And a shadow of the Sun!
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