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Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (There are thoughts we never breathe)

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4665377Poems — StanzasCharlotte Allen

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.