Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume I/A First Disappointment
CHAPTER XXX.
A FIRST DISAPPOINTMENT.
The deep, the long, the dreaming hours,
That I have past with thee,
When thou hadst not a single thought
Of how thou wert with me.
I heard thy voice, I spoke again,
I gazed upon thy face;
And never scene of actual life
Could bear a deeper trace
Than all that fancy conjured up,
And made thee look and say;
Till I have loathed reality,
That chased such dream away.
Alas! this is vain, fond, and false;
Thy heart is not for me;
And, knowing this, how can I waste
My very soul on thee?
Not in Blanchard
Altered from The Visionary in Fisher’s Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1834
In the Bouquet (1846), under (Narcissus-False) Narcissus pseudo-narcissus as Delusive Hope