Elegies and Other Small Poems eBook

Matilda Betham-Edwards
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 48 pages of information about Elegies and Other Small Poems.


’Oh! hide me from the sun!  I loath the sight! 
  I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray: 
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light! 
  Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!

No more may I its sparkling glories view! 
  No more its piercing lustre meet my eye! 
On night’s black wings my only comfort flew;
  At breath of morn I sicken and I die.

Where can I fly?  In what sequester’d clime
  Does darkness ever hold her ebon reign? 
Where woeful dirges measure out the time,
  And endless echoes breathe the sullen strain.

Where dreary mountains rear their low’ring heads,
  To pierce the heavy and umbrageous clouds;
And where the cavern dewy moisture sheds,
  And night’s thick veil the guilty mourner shrouds.

There, lost in horrors, I might vent my sighs;
  To open misery myself resign;
Might snatch each torturing vision ere it flies,
  And feast on prospects desolate as mine.

Oh! let me thither quickly take my flight,
  And chuse a favourite and a final seat,
In scenes which would each gentler mind affright,
  But for my guilt affords a fit retreat.

There, where no ray, no gleam of light could come,
  There, and there only, could I find relief;
There might I ruminate on Edward’s doom,
  And lose myself in luxury of grief.

And, as it is, though joys around me shine,
  Though pleasure here erects her dazzling brow,
Wrapt in despondence, will I droop and pine,
  And tears of anguish shall for ever flow.

Oh Edward! could’st thou see this alter’d frame,
  Which youthful graces lately did adorn! 
Could’st thou behold, and think me still the same,
  Thy once gay friend, thus hapless and forlorn?

The cheek, so late by ruddy health embrown’d,
  Now pale and faded with incessant tears;
The eye, which once elate, disdain’d the ground,
  Now sunk and languid in its orb appears.

Oh! never, never will I cease to grieve! 
  And sure repentance pardon may obtain! 
Can woe unfeign’d incite heav’n to relieve
  A wretch opprest with agonizing pain?

Ah no! my hands are stain’d with brother’s blood! 
  A father’s curses load my sinking head! 
I wish to die, but dare not pass the flood,
  For there, as well as here, my hopes are fled.

Sleep, which was meant to chase away the thought,
  To lull the sound of dissonant despair,
Appears to me with added terrors fraught,
  And my torn heart can find no refuge there.

If, for a moment, I its fetters wear,
  And its soft pressure these pale eyes controul,
I injur’d Emma’s just reproaches hear,
  Or Edward’s form appals my shrinking soul.

When in those transitory sleeps I lie,
  I oft his beauteous, bleeding form review;
A mild, benignant lustre lights his eye,
  As come to bid a friend a last adieu.

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