Song
Lady
Emmeline Charlotte Elizabeth
Stuart-Wortley
Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poem signed The Lady E. Stuart Wortley
and ends with Eisgrub.
(AC)
The Keepsake
1840
191
Awake to the sound of my sighing,
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Song
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By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley
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Awake to the sound of my sighing,
Breeze, gentle breeze of the night !
Like an echo awake thou, replying
To my grief’s bitter wailing aright.
Let me think it is Nature thus mourning,
Deep Nature and sorrowful Night ;
For my soul and my heart I am scorning,
Thus bowed beneath Sorrow’s cold blight.
Wake then to the sound of my sighing—
Breeze ! quiet breeze of the night !
In the tones of thy sinking and dying,
Perchance thou may’st chime it aright.
And oh ! not alone with my sighing,
Be burthened, sweet breeze of the night ;
This soul—to which none are replying,
Bear that too with thee on thy flight !
Eisgrub
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