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Sonnets and Canzonets
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Ne’er from thyself by Fame’s loud trump beguiled,
Sounding in this and the farther hemisphere: —
I press thee to my heart, as Duty’s faithful child.
“In deepest passions of my grief-swoll’n breast,
Sweet soul, this only comfort seizeth me,
That so few years should make thee so much blest,
And give such wings to reach eternity.”
Brown’s Shepherd’s Pipe.
XVII
’T was not permitted thee the Fates to please,
And with survivors share our happier day;
For smitten early wast thou by disease,
Whilst with thy sisters thou didst smile and play.
Wasted by pains and lingering decay,
Life’s glowing currents at the source did freeze;
Yet, ere the angel summoned thee away,
Above thy cheerful couch affection’s ray
Did brightly shine, and all thy sufferings ease.
Dear child of grace! so patient and so strong,
Bound to thy duty by quick sympathy,
They did our hearts irreparable wrong
To break the promise of thy infancy;
Ah me! life is not life, deprived of thee.
“Will’t ne’er be morning? will that promised light
Ne’er break, and clear these clouds of night?
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day,
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs: sweet Phosphor, bring the day.”
Quarles.
XVIII
LOVE’S MORROW
I
It was but yesterday
That all was bright and fair:
Came over the sea,
So merrily,
News from my darling there.
Now over the sea
Comes hither to me
Knell of despair, —
“No more, no longer there!”
II
Ah! gentle May,
Couldst thou not stay?
Why hurriedst thou so swift away?
No – not the same —
Nor can it be —
That lovely name —
Ever again what once it was to me.
It cannot, cannot be
That lovely name to me.
III
I cannot think her dead,
So lately, sweetly wed;
She who had tasted bliss,
A mother’s virgin kiss,
Rich gifts conferred to bless
With costliest happiness,
Nobility and grace
To ornament her place.
IV
Broken the golden band,
Severed the silken strand,
Ye sisters four!
Still to me two remain,
And two have gone before:
Our loss, her gain, —
And He who gave can all restore.
And yet – Oh! why,
My heart doth cry,
Why take her thus away?
V
I wake in tears and sorrow:
Wearily I say,
“Come, come, fair morrow,
And chase my grief away!”
Night-long I say,
“Haste, haste, fair morrow,
And bear my grief away!”
All night long,
My sad, sad song.
Sounding in this and the farther hemisphere: —
I press thee to my heart, as Duty’s faithful child.
“In deepest passions of my grief-swoll’n breast,
Sweet soul, this only comfort seizeth me,
That so few years should make thee so much blest,
And give such wings to reach eternity.”
Brown’s Shepherd’s Pipe.
XVII
’T was not permitted thee the Fates to please,
And with survivors share our happier day;
For smitten early wast thou by disease,
Whilst with thy sisters thou didst smile and play.
Wasted by pains and lingering decay,
Life’s glowing currents at the source did freeze;
Yet, ere the angel summoned thee away,
Above thy cheerful couch affection’s ray
Did brightly shine, and all thy sufferings ease.
Dear child of grace! so patient and so strong,
Bound to thy duty by quick sympathy,
They did our hearts irreparable wrong
To break the promise of thy infancy;
Ah me! life is not life, deprived of thee.
“Will’t ne’er be morning? will that promised light
Ne’er break, and clear these clouds of night?
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day,
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs: sweet Phosphor, bring the day.”
Quarles.
XVIII
LOVE’S MORROW
I
It was but yesterday
That all was bright and fair:
Came over the sea,
So merrily,
News from my darling there.
Now over the sea
Comes hither to me
Knell of despair, —
“No more, no longer there!”
II
Ah! gentle May,
Couldst thou not stay?
Why hurriedst thou so swift away?
No – not the same —
Nor can it be —
That lovely name —
Ever again what once it was to me.
It cannot, cannot be
That lovely name to me.
III
I cannot think her dead,
So lately, sweetly wed;
She who had tasted bliss,
A mother’s virgin kiss,
Rich gifts conferred to bless
With costliest happiness,
Nobility and grace
To ornament her place.
IV
Broken the golden band,
Severed the silken strand,
Ye sisters four!
Still to me two remain,
And two have gone before:
Our loss, her gain, —
And He who gave can all restore.
And yet – Oh! why,
My heart doth cry,
Why take her thus away?
V
I wake in tears and sorrow:
Wearily I say,
“Come, come, fair morrow,
And chase my grief away!”
Night-long I say,
“Haste, haste, fair morrow,
And bear my grief away!”
All night long,
My sad, sad song.
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