Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Retired far, far from this world's busy throng]
Retired far, far from this world's busy throng,(Among which feeling hearts but yearn and pine
For something which with loftier dreams to twine,)
Amid the place of graves I loitered long,
It mattered not that birds were at their song;
That Spring—bright Spring, was at her work divine
Of fair contrivance; nothing could unshrine
That holy Melancholy, deep and strong,
From my tranced heart,—which all-o'ershadowing grew
From that first, last, and most undying Thought,
The Thought of Death—which wheresoe'er it woo
The soul to its embrace—with fear seems fraught!
Most—most—where all things wear Life's triumph-hue!
And least—where thus, mid haunts, of its own gloom, 'tis sought!—
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