The Complete Poetical Works Volume 4

Book Excerptet dreadTo meet thy looks--I could not knowHow anxiously they sought to shine _5 With soothing pity upon mine.2.To sit and curb the soul's mute rageWhich preys upon itself alone;To curse the life which is the cageOf fettered grief that dares not groan, _10 Hiding from many a careless eyeThe scorned load of agony.3.Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,The ... thou alone should be,To spend years thus, and be rewarded, _15 As thou, sweet love, requited meWhen none were near--Oh! I did wakeFrom torture for that moment's sake.4.Upon my heart thy accents sweetOf peace and pity fell like dew _20 On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meetMine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threwTheir soft persuasion on my brain,Charming away its dream of pain.5.We are not happy, sweet! our state