Eliza Acton Poems

I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
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MANY a graven gem, beset
With gold, is worn as an amulet
In the far-off climes of the East,-a charm
To preserve the bosom from grief and harm.
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I would not, in the wildness of revenge,
Give poison to mine enemy, nor strike
My dagger to his heart, but I would plant
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Think of me, dearest! when the Western star
Sheds o'er the soft blue heav'n its lovely light;
For know, that I, though near thee, or afar,
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Yes, thou art like the blasting breath,
Of that wild desert wind,
Which leaves, in its career of death,
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A shadow, dark as death, o'er shrouds the beams
Of my pale birth-star !-it so long hath hung
Between the light of happiness, and me,
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I know how vain it is to mourn
O'er blighted hopes, and friendship fled;
How yet more vain it is, to turn
With sorrow to the slumb'ring dead.
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Oh! I am weary of a world, where vice,
Like the destroying canker-worm, doth wind
Into the bosom's core of those who bear,
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Where art thou Love! with thine eyes wild gleam,
And thy hair which floats in the sun's bright beam,
Like a golden banner of triumph, spread
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They said, the words I lov'd to hear
Were whisper'd in another's ear,
With that sweet smile, and tender tone,
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