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HERTHA.
ITHIN my room, by heat oppressed,(All morning shades being vanished quite,)
I loitered long—a favorite guest,
Right free to idle as I might;
Yet fretted sadly, void of rest,
And in no thought could take delight.
"Obscure thy sun, fair August day!"
My peevish lips did sighing plead;
"Drop down the shining, silvery way,
Yon far-drawn mists from rivers freed;
Nor let the tawny eve delay—
Thou givest warmth beyond the need."
My peevish lips did sighing plead;
"Drop down the shining, silvery way,
Yon far-drawn mists from rivers freed;
Nor let the tawny eve delay—
Thou givest warmth beyond the need."
My tempted soul took up the thought:
"On some thy heart is greatly bent,
Who cold and scant returns have brought,
And thou withal hast been content;
Perchance they sigh—'O warmth unsought!
We would this noon of love were spent!'"
"On some thy heart is greatly bent,
Who cold and scant returns have brought,
And thou withal hast been content;
Perchance they sigh—'O warmth unsought!
We would this noon of love were spent!'"
