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Posthumous Poems (London: John and Henry L. Hunt, 1824).
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- Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
- Yes, I was firm—thus did not thou;—
- My baffled looks did fear yet dread
- To meet thy looks—I could not know
- How anxiously they sought to shine
- With soothing pity upon mine.
- To sit and curb the soul’s mute rage
- Which preys upon itself alone;
- To curse the life which is the cage
- Of fettered grief that dares not groan,
- Hiding from many a careless eye
- The scorned load of agony.
- Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,
- The [[ ]] thou alone should be,
- To spend years thus, and be rewarded,
- As thou, sweet love, requited me
- When none were near—Oh! I did wake
- From torture for that moment’s sake.
- Upon my heart thy accents sweet
- Of peace and pity, fell like dew
- On flowers half dead;—thy lips did meet
- Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
- Thy soft persuasion on my brain,
- Charming away its dream of pain.
- We are not happy, sweet; our state
- Is strange and full of doubt and fear;
- More need of words that ills abate;—
- Reserve or censure come not near
- Our sacred friendship, lest there be
- No solace left for thou and me.
- Gentle and good and mild thou art,
- Nor I can live if thou appear
- Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart
- Away from me, or stoop to wear
- The mask of scorn, although it be
- To hide the love thou feel for me.