Poetic Divinination | Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them
Excerpts from
“Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them”
By Mary Darby Robinson
O, FRIENDSHIP! am I doom’d to find
Thou art a phantom of the mind?
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That TRUTH, unwelcome to my ear,
Swells the deep sigh, recalls the tear,
Gives to the sense the keenest smart,
Checks the warm pulses of the Heart,
Darkens my FATE and steals away
Each gleam of joy thro’ life’s sad day.
…
Where’er my lonely course I bend,
Thy image shall my steps attend;
Each object I am doom’d to see,
Shall bid remem’brance PICTURE THEE.
…
No, I will breathe the spicy gale;
Plunge the clear stream, new health exhale;
O’er my pale cheek diffuse the rose,
And drink OBLIVION to my woes.