Читать книгу Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 334, August 1843 - Various - Страница 9

Amidst the cloud-grey deeps afar

The Bliss departed lies;

How linger on one lonely star

The loving wistful eyes!

Alas—a star in truth—the light

Shines but a signal of the night!

If lock'd within the icy chill

Of the long sleep, thou wert—

My faithful grief could find thee still

A life within my heart;—

But, oh, the worse despair to see

Thee live to earth, and die to me!

Can those sweet longing hopes, which make

Love's essence, thus decay?

Can that be love which doth forsake?—

That love—which fades away?

That earthly gifts are brief, I knew—

Is that all heaven-born mortal too?