Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (There are thoughts we never breathe)
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STANZAS.
There are thoughts we never breathe, Hopes we dare not e'er express;Hidden in the mental shrine, Nurtured there, we closely press;Hold them to our trembling heart, Fearing yet to think them true,Lest we feel the painful dart, Adverse fortune's fingers threw.
Cherishing the phantom Hope, Knowing that she doth deceive;Yet we cling more closer still, All she promises, believe. Wearied with the anxious chase, We reluctantly give o'er;Finding the enticing form, Gay deception's mantle wore.