Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Stanzas (Oh! not to me, oh! not to me)
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STANZAS.
Oh! not to me, oh! not to me,
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
The silver chord—the silver chord
When severed may unite
With other ties; but ah! when broke
The lute from whence those chords awoke,
It can no more delight.
When severed may unite
With other ties; but ah! when broke
The lute from whence those chords awoke,
It can no more delight.
As to the sun, the glorious sun,
The bending Persian prays—
And lingers till he views no more
Its light, nor ceases to adore;
In gloom, its parted rays.
The bending Persian prays—
And lingers till he views no more
Its light, nor ceases to adore;
In gloom, its parted rays.
So, o 'er my heart, my faithful heart,
The love that budded there—
Still clings, as when in youth it clung;
For memory, constant memory flung,
With fond and anxious care.
The love that budded there—
Still clings, as when in youth it clung;
For memory, constant memory flung,
With fond and anxious care.
So many thoughts—so many thoughts,
Of bliss, of joy, of pain—
When I would tear thee from my mind,
Her magic spells thine image bind—
The effort is in vain.
Of bliss, of joy, of pain—
When I would tear thee from my mind,
Her magic spells thine image bind—
The effort is in vain.
Then, not to me—oh I not to me
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.
That look of cold disdain,
From others, I could calmly brook
The careless word, the chilling look—
But oh! from thee, 'tis pain.