Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Love
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LOVE.
Love bringeth thoughts, that make their own distress,
It bringeth dreams, too, full of happiness,
And hopes, that fall like dew-drops o'er the rose,
Shedding sweet odours, even o'er life's close.
It bringeth dreams, too, full of happiness,
And hopes, that fall like dew-drops o'er the rose,
Shedding sweet odours, even o'er life's close.
A deep, a dangerous delight it seems
To live on other's breath, a life of dreams—
When but a word, a look, a passing sigh
Can bring such blessedness—or misery.
To live on other's breath, a life of dreams—
When but a word, a look, a passing sigh
Can bring such blessedness—or misery.
An opening bud, a faded fallen leaf
Calleth back memories of joy or grief;
The wind that sweepeth wildly o'er the plain,
Whispers love's passionate farewell again.
Calleth back memories of joy or grief;
The wind that sweepeth wildly o'er the plain,
Whispers love's passionate farewell again.
'Tis better not to love; the heart can dwell
On other themes of happiness as well—
Let kindly faces gather round my hearth,
And cheer life's pilgrimage with song and mirth.
On other themes of happiness as well—
Let kindly faces gather round my hearth,
And cheer life's pilgrimage with song and mirth.