Caroline Oliphant Poems

A wind-bound exile far from home,
While standing near th' unfathomed main,
My eyes the far horizon roam,
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Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mind
Owns not the fetters which the body wears,
By sleep imposed. But starting from the haunts
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Oh, never! no, never!
Thou'lt meet me again!
Thy spirit for ever
Has burst from its chain;
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Naturalist of mind! thy bark sailed far
A voyage of discovery o'er the waste
Of Life's wide sea; and not to be deceived
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I thought to join the heavenly choir,
To strike a harp of light;
While this forgotten, tuneless lyre
Rested 'mid shades of night.
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Fain would I linger here, as I have seen
The sun reposing on this mossy green,
That well might tempt his chariot-wheels to stay,
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No! it is not when day is flinging
Brightness o'er the radiant plain,
'Tis not when Nature's choir is singing,
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