Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
I, II, III. |
MY LONE HEART DROOPS. |
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MY LONE HEART DROOPS.
My lone heart droops—with many a bursting sigh
It trembling mourns, while joyless hours fleet by,
Pale phantom things, that seem with sorrow bowed,
Haunt it—fond Memory! round thy steps they crowd!
It trembling mourns, while joyless hours fleet by,
Pale phantom things, that seem with sorrow bowed,
Haunt it—fond Memory! round thy steps they crowd!
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My sad heart droops—Oh! let me not think why,
'Tis vain to analyze Despondency!—
A thousand cares from one that was shall spring,
If curiously we sound the heart's deep string!
'Tis vain to analyze Despondency!—
A thousand cares from one that was shall spring,
If curiously we sound the heart's deep string!
We magnify and multiply our woes,
We rouse a host of hidden slumbering foes,
We tread upon the serpent's nest, and bring
The coiled-up reptiles forth to hiss and sting.
We rouse a host of hidden slumbering foes,
We tread upon the serpent's nest, and bring
The coiled-up reptiles forth to hiss and sting.
My lone heart droops—Oh! let me not think why,
'Tis vain to analyze Despondency!—
Ten thousand cares from one that was shall spring,
If curiously we sound the heart's deep string!
'Tis vain to analyze Despondency!—
Ten thousand cares from one that was shall spring,
If curiously we sound the heart's deep string!
Let those foes slumber—let those serpents rest
Coiled up and couched within their viewless nest—
What gain, what good, can it e'er be to know,
Still helpless to o'ercome the heart's deep woe?
Coiled up and couched within their viewless nest—
What gain, what good, can it e'er be to know,
Still helpless to o'ercome the heart's deep woe?
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