The Complete Poetical Works

It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven

More perfectly will give those nameless joys

Which throb within the pulses of the blood

And sweeten all that bitterness which Earth

For day with me was time of woe

When even tears refused to flow;

It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven

More perfectly will give those nameless joys

Which throb within the pulses of the blood

And sweeten all that bitterness which Earth

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See yon opening flower

Spreads its fragrance to the blast;

It fades within an hour,

Its decay is pale—is fast.

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Paler is yon maiden;

Faster is her heart’s decay;

Deep with sorrow laden,

She sinks in death away.

Existence would I barter

For a dream so dear as thine,

And smile to die a martyr

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,

Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;

Through desert woods and tracts, which seem

Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined

The gentleness of rain was in the wind

Indifference, that once hurt me, now is grown

Itself indifferent

Break like a bursting heart, and die in foam,

And thus at length find rest:

Doubtless there is a place of peace

She was a lady of great accomplishments, and charming from her frank and affectionate nature. She had the most intense love of knowledge, a delicate and trembling sensibility, and preserved freshness of mind after a life of considerable adversity