214. Wherein His Passionate Desire to See Her Again is Aggravated by the Dread He May Never See Her More -
WHEREIN HIS PASSIONATE DESIRE TO SEE HER AGAIN IS AGGRAVATED BY THE DREAD HE MAY NEVER SEE HER MORE
In doubt of my own state, I weep, I sing,
I hope, I shudder, and with rhymes and sighs
Relax my load, while Love new pressure plies,
Subjects my heart to sterner suffering.
Will ever again her pure sweet image bring
Their early light to these abysmal eyes?
Alas, what can I hope or what devise
To shun the jealous shade of sorrow's wing?
For heaven, whose accolade it merits well,
It is indifferent to their earthly fate,
Whose sun it was, their centre and their cell.
In such despair, such warfare long and late,
How changed from what I was, in doubt I dwell
As one whom fears and fogs midway await!
In doubt of my own state, I weep, I sing,
I hope, I shudder, and with rhymes and sighs
Relax my load, while Love new pressure plies,
Subjects my heart to sterner suffering.
Will ever again her pure sweet image bring
Their early light to these abysmal eyes?
Alas, what can I hope or what devise
To shun the jealous shade of sorrow's wing?
For heaven, whose accolade it merits well,
It is indifferent to their earthly fate,
Whose sun it was, their centre and their cell.
In such despair, such warfare long and late,
How changed from what I was, in doubt I dwell
As one whom fears and fogs midway await!
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