The Maiden of Moscow A Poem, in Twenty-One Cantos. By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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SONNET.
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SONNET.
[Dearest!—and ever Dearest!—all for thee]
Dearest!—and ever Dearest!—all for thee,Whate'er I think, write, hope, or seek, or dream,
From lightest phantasy, to loftiest scheme!—
To thee, these pages all inscribed shall be,
Thine is my heart's deep immortality;
All things to me, but as thy shadows seem,—
For thou'rt the substance, source, and sea, and stream
Thy thought, shuts out the Universe for me;
But then, that thought, a Universe appears,
Enough for me!—though I have scorned at Space,
And asked fresh wonders from the dazzling spheres,
The while my dreams, shot past in fiery race,
Their long Eternities like mortal years!
Enough!—Enough!—that thought, through Life— and Death to trace!—
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