The Death-Wake - or Lunacy; a Necromaunt in Three Chimeras by Thomas T Stoddart
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They saw thee, Agathè! and go to bring
Fair worshippers, and many a poet-king, To utter music at thy pearly feet.-- Now, wake thee! for the moonlight cometh sweet, To visit in thy temple of the sea; Thy sister moon is watching over thee! And she is spreading a fair mantle of Pure silver, in thy lonely palace, love!-- Now, wake thee! for the sea-bird is aloof, In solitude, below the starry roof; And on its dewy plume there is a light Of palest splendour, o'er the blessed night. Thy spirit, Agathè!--and yet, thou art Beside me, and my solitary heart Is throbbing near to thee: I must not feel The sweet notes of thy holy music steal Into my feverous and burning brain,-- So wake not! and I'll hush thee with a strain Of my wild fancy, till thou dream of me, And I be loved as I have loved thee:-- SONG 'Tis light to love thee living, girl, when hope is full and fair, In the springtide of thy beauty, when there is no sorrow there-- No sorrow on thy brow, and no shadow on thy heart! When, like a floating sea-bird, bright and beautiful thou art! 'Tis light to love thee living, girl--to see thee ever so, |
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