Louisa Stuart Costello

(1799-1870 / France)

Louisa Stuart Costello Poems

41. To My Mother 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Louisa Stuart Costello

Lines.—when This Heart Is Cold And Still

When this heart is cold and still,
And can throb for thee no more;
When it wakes not to the thrill
Of the harp's wild chord;
Nor can e'en afford
A sigh to the days of yore;

Then come to my silent tomb,
Which the breeze will murmur over:
Where reigns the deepest gloom—
Where the bat flits by
And the ravens cry—
Thou shalt the spot discover.

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Lines.—i Cannot Sleep

I cannot sleep—my nights glide on

In one unbroken thought of thee;

And when the gloomy shades are gone,

I start the dawning light to see.

And as I watch the rising morn

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