BETA

Sonnet.

And must I perish thus ? —a nameless tomb1
Where few shall weep : —some days of
writhing pain,
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Ere yet I sink : —some hopes that still re-
main
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Though Reason mock at them : —is this my
doom ? —
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Oft have I sate in silence—then the mind5
Was busy, and its images serene6
Seemed some dim outlines of the future, seen7
In the deep distance, shadowy, undefined :8
Then did I weep in very weariness9
Of Earth, and wished, how longingly ! to
leave
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This cheerless world, and, having ceased to
grieve
,
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For ever dwell in realms of blessedness !12
Heaven hears the prayer, and hastes the
boon to give,
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The wasting victim sighs and prays—to
live
!
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