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THE IDEAL FOUND.
THE IDEAL FOUND.
I’ve met thee, whom I dared not hope to meet,
Save in the enchanted land of my day-dreams:
Yes, in this common world, this waking state,
Thy living presence on my vision beams—
Life’s dream embodied in reality,
And in thine eyes I read indifference to me!
Save in the enchanted land of my day-dreams:
Yes, in this common world, this waking state,
Thy living presence on my vision beams—
Life’s dream embodied in reality,
And in thine eyes I read indifference to me!
Yes, in those star-like eyes I read my fate,
My horoscope is written in their gaze;
My “house of life,” henceforth, is desolate:
But the dark aspect my firm heart surveys,
Nor faints, nor falters even for thy sake:
’Tis calm, and nerved, and strong: no, no, it shall not break!
My horoscope is written in their gaze;
My “house of life,” henceforth, is desolate:
But the dark aspect my firm heart surveys,
Nor faints, nor falters even for thy sake:
’Tis calm, and nerved, and strong: no, no, it shall not break!
For I am of that mood that will defy—
That does not cower before the gathering storm;
That face to face will meet its destiny,
And undismayed confront its darkest form.
That does not cower before the gathering storm;
That face to face will meet its destiny,
And undismayed confront its darkest form.
