Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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YES! SOMETIMES I HAVE FELT.
Yes! sometimes I have felt my suffering mindAs 'twere concentred, calmed, subdued, resigned,
And fixed to bear each bitter blow of fate
With still composure, humbled and sedate,
Oh! that such mood could last—'tis only so
That helpless mortals can endure their woe,
The struggle is the agony—alas!
What is ordained must surely come to pass,
And all resistance must be worse than vain,
And can but add unto the sum of pain,
We shrink indeed but suffer while we shrink,
We struggle but are still dragged to the brink!
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Wrapt in a still and uncomplaining mood,
Would that such mood could last, 'tis only so
That we can bear the anguish of the woe!
Each thought was lulled into a slumberous calm,
And steeped in patient quiet's sacred balm,
Yet firm, and with resolve unbending fraught,
Aye! to such mood my mind serenely brought
Hath been at times—but then again, again,
Too soon again it sunk beneath the pain!
At times this stillness of Soul beneath
The affliction, terrible as coming death!
And then again, as 'twere an inward crash,
A strife, a shock, as when the wild winds dash
The sea to storms, dark thoughts that crowding come,
Make my Soul all a wildness and a gloom,
And my mind falls as 'twere in ruins there,
And every feeling sinks in its despair,
Yes! my mind falls as 'twere in ruins then,
Ruins that never may be raised again!
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