miscellaneous poems.
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Stay, nor like that bright orb depart—
Thine eyes are to my beating heart
A sunny sphere—
Thou wilt not? cruel! fare thee well;
Heed not my tears that gushing swell!
Far from my sight,
Go, go—I would not bid thee stay,
My life—my bliss thou bearest away,
Good night—good night.
Thine eyes are to my beating heart
A sunny sphere—
Thou wilt not? cruel! fare thee well;
Heed not my tears that gushing swell!
Far from my sight,
Go, go—I would not bid thee stay,
My life—my bliss thou bearest away,
Good night—good night.
THE DESERTED WIFE.
I cannot sleep—I cannot rest,
My weary heart is aching;
I watch the glowing of the West,
I see the morning breaking.
My weary heart is aching;
I watch the glowing of the West,
I see the morning breaking.
And then, I long again for night—
For night, and then for morning.
But ah! the smile that was my light
Is turned to bitter scorning.
For night, and then for morning.
But ah! the smile that was my light
Is turned to bitter scorning.
