Margaret Fullers transnationales Projekt : Selbstbildung, feminine ...

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Leaving them, with half-encouraged hopes
That e’er again, in the sweet company
Of the bright being I had held so dear,
Beneath the summer sky I here should stand.
Once more the solemn voices salute my ear
Of the slow sea-break, on the narrow strand, –
While a pale vaporous softness, well agrees
With tender thoughts, and moonlight memories
Of hours that treasurous breath could not profane, –
She still will love, if ne’er we meet again.
And thou hast made me blest, by thy heart’s power
To read untaught the past, and share the present hour!
5. To the Same. A feverish vision. 1833
After a day of wearying, wasting pain,
At last my aching eyes I think to close, –
Hoping to win some moments of repose,
Though I must make to suffering again.
But what delirious honors haunt my brain!
In a deep ghastly pit bond down I lie, –
About me flows a stream of crimson dye,
Amid its burning waves I strive in vain;
Upward I stretch my arms, – aloud I cry
In frantic anguish, ”raise me, or I die!”
With soft eyes, beaming the tenderest love,
I see thy dear face, Anna! far above, –
By magnet force drawn up to thee I seem,
And for some moments was dispelled in fever’s
frightful dream.
6. To A. H. B. In her convent (1836)
Far from the frivolous vain world to fly,
Silent with thy own spirit to commune,
Leaving an atmosphere of flattery,
Thy being’s chords in quiet to attune
With God and Nature, this was a desire
I never thought to find in one so fair, –
Around whom all bewilderments conspire
To turn from aims, which truly noble are;
In doubt and fear, beloved! I surveyed