Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
I, II, III. |
HAVE I NOT LOVED THEE? |
Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems | ||
HAVE I NOT LOVED THEE?
Have I not loved thee?—Answer thou,
Who hast beheld my changing brow,
Mine altering cheek and varying eye,
Whenever thou wert passing by.
Who hast beheld my changing brow,
Mine altering cheek and varying eye,
Whenever thou wert passing by.
Have I not loved thee?—Tell me thou!
Thou hast seen my crimsoning blush avow
More passion than my heart could bear,
Without disquiet—and despair!
Thou hast seen my crimsoning blush avow
More passion than my heart could bear,
Without disquiet—and despair!
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Thou hast seen my downcast eye express
Devotion's wild and warm excess
More than can dwell indeed within
The Soul, without Shame, Strife, and Sin.
Devotion's wild and warm excess
More than can dwell indeed within
The Soul, without Shame, Strife, and Sin.
Oh! not thus, on an idol here
Should we pour all our hope and fear,
Not thus should we our spirits bow
Before a thing created now.
Should we pour all our hope and fear,
Not thus should we our spirits bow
Before a thing created now.
Have I not loved thee?—Speak—Oh! speak!
Thou hast seen the heart-hues in my cheek
Paint more love than the heart can feel,
And to itself the Truth reveal!
Thou hast seen the heart-hues in my cheek
Paint more love than the heart can feel,
And to itself the Truth reveal!
So occupied I still have been
With only thee through Life's mixed Scene,
Oh! I have had no skill—no art—
To examine mine own secret heart,
With only thee through Life's mixed Scene,
Oh! I have had no skill—no art—
To examine mine own secret heart,
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No leisure time to study there,
And, Oh! no Consciousness to spare;
My Life knows one dear thought alone,
How can my heart e'er sound that one?
And, Oh! no Consciousness to spare;
My Life knows one dear thought alone,
How can my heart e'er sound that one?
Like walls of blazing adamant
Thy bright looks gird me—till I pant
To be one little moment free—
To frame one thought that is not thee.
Thy bright looks gird me—till I pant
To be one little moment free—
To frame one thought that is not thee.
I am encompassed by thy smiles,
Fettered within their golden toils—
Oh! I would be one moment free,
To dream one dream that is not thee.
Fettered within their golden toils—
Oh! I would be one moment free,
To dream one dream that is not thee.
Have I not loved thee?—tell me, thou,
Do I not wildly love thee now?—
Is not my true Heart all thine own?
Methinks to thee the truth is known.
Do I not wildly love thee now?—
Is not my true Heart all thine own?
Methinks to thee the truth is known.
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To me then that deep truth reveal,
Paint to me, dearest, all I feel;
Be thou my voice—thus let me hear
The truth I love so much—yet fear!
Paint to me, dearest, all I feel;
Be thou my voice—thus let me hear
The truth I love so much—yet fear!
But be thou very eloquent!—
Sweet sorcery to thy tongue be lent!—
While thou unfold'st my state to me,
Oh! may it touch and soften thee!
Sweet sorcery to thy tongue be lent!—
While thou unfold'st my state to me,
Oh! may it touch and soften thee!
Enlarge on all my passionate woes,
The emotions of my Soul disclose—
With just emphatic words express
My feeling's fervours of excess!
The emotions of my Soul disclose—
With just emphatic words express
My feeling's fervours of excess!
No anxious trembling thought withhold,
All secrets of my Soul unfold—
Tell me the history of my Heart,
E'en pulse by pulse—and part by part.
All secrets of my Soul unfold—
Tell me the history of my Heart,
E'en pulse by pulse—and part by part.
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For thou canst teach me this and tell—
Thou know'st that Heart's wild history well,
My thoughts and dreams to thee are known,
And unto thee revealed alone.
Thou know'st that Heart's wild history well,
My thoughts and dreams to thee are known,
And unto thee revealed alone.
My fervent zeal—my fond, fond care,
To me disclose—to me declare—
To me confirm—to me confess—
My heart-devotion's rich distress.
To me disclose—to me declare—
To me confirm—to me confess—
My heart-devotion's rich distress.
Sound every spring—strike every chord
Of feeling, by some well weighed word—
Be every mood of passion shown
By some attuned accordant tone!
Of feeling, by some well weighed word—
Be every mood of passion shown
By some attuned accordant tone!
To thee be Inspiration lent—
Oh! be thou very eloquent!—
Quick Feeling's deepest Soul respire,
And be thy words as words of fire.
Oh! be thou very eloquent!—
Quick Feeling's deepest Soul respire,
And be thy words as words of fire.
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Speak as the impassioned Sappho sung!
Enchantment hang upon thy tongue!
Tell me, and tell me o'er and o'er,
Of Love that ne'er was felt before!
Enchantment hang upon thy tongue!
Tell me, and tell me o'er and o'er,
Of Love that ne'er was felt before!
Fair fall thine accents, breathing nought
But the high wrought exstacy of thought—
Oh! mighty may they be to move,
And melt thine own charmed mind to love!
But the high wrought exstacy of thought—
Oh! mighty may they be to move,
And melt thine own charmed mind to love!
Aye! deeply unto me reveal
All I have felt and all I feel—
And, Oh! sweet hope—all hopes above—
Learn—learn at last thyself to love!
All I have felt and all I feel—
And, Oh! sweet hope—all hopes above—
Learn—learn at last thyself to love!
Let thine own eloquence subdue,
Let the soft tale be doubly true,
Breathe mine in such a feeling tone
That it may thus become thine own!
Let the soft tale be doubly true,
Breathe mine in such a feeling tone
That it may thus become thine own!
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Be witchery poured on every word,
The sweetest sounds ear ever heard—
So that thine heart they thus may move,
And teach thee tenderness and love!
The sweetest sounds ear ever heard—
So that thine heart they thus may move,
And teach thee tenderness and love!
Have I not loved thee?—Answer then,
Oh! tell me o'er and o'er again!
Have I not loved thee?—Answer thou—
Do I not love thee wildly now?
Oh! tell me o'er and o'er again!
Have I not loved thee?—Answer thou—
Do I not love thee wildly now?
Thou one dear Being of my choice,
I have no words—no witching voice
Wherewith to make my passion known,
But I will win thee with thine own.
I have no words—no witching voice
Wherewith to make my passion known,
But I will win thee with thine own.
The love which thou shalt paint so well,
On which thou shalt so deeply dwell,
Shall wake an answering Love in thee,
So shalt thou win thyself for me!
On which thou shalt so deeply dwell,
Shall wake an answering Love in thee,
So shalt thou win thyself for me!
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Have I not loved thee?—Tell me then,
And tell me o'er and o'er again,
Do I not love thee fondly now,
And wilt thou love me?—Answer thou!
And tell me o'er and o'er again,
Do I not love thee fondly now,
And wilt thou love me?—Answer thou!
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