"Thoughts in Loneliness"
But lucky our love, ever hid from sight,
Which bound not for weal or for woe
Till it languished away, till we slew it outright
By faults neither one could forego!
Which bound not for weal or for woe
Till it languished away, till we slew it outright
By faults neither one could forego!
What can be forgotten with years, forget!
Cast me out as a corpse might be cast!
This mournful dream of our love may be yet
A memory of youth at the last.
Cast me out as a corpse might be cast!
This mournful dream of our love may be yet
A memory of youth at the last.
XXIV.
Self-Atonement.
Too proud am I to see another suffer
A death abhorred
My guilt to ease;
Too tender to look on when Christ should offer
To thorns his forehead—
My thorns are these.
For my life's care, in my heart I hide it.
The sin that I on man and beast have wrought
And against thee, O Nature, be it brought
Upon my life, and let my memory abide it!
Self-Atonement.
Too proud am I to see another suffer
A death abhorred
My guilt to ease;
Too tender to look on when Christ should offer
To thorns his forehead—
My thorns are these.
For my life's care, in my heart I hide it.
The sin that I on man and beast have wrought
And against thee, O Nature, be it brought
Upon my life, and let my memory abide it!
XXVI.
Last Prayer.
Quickly my little life will have departed.
To whom then should I pray, if at the last I could,
Last Prayer.
Quickly my little life will have departed.
To whom then should I pray, if at the last I could,
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