The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
Those painted pinions light and gay
Must they then waft thee far away?
Must they then spread before my sight,
And shade me into deepest night?
See where I’ve deck’d thy once lov’d shrine!
See what gay flowers thy bust entwine!
The morning rose that fades ere noon,
Buds promising to blow full soon,
The first green leaf that nature spreads,
The first flowers rising from their beds
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The daisy ever fond to blow,
And the sweet drop that’s wrapp’d in snow;
All these an offering oft I’ve paid,
As at thy shrine I fondly pray’d;
Still didst thou promise thou wouldst be,
Next to fond Fancy, kind to me.
When gay Hygēa used to frown,
And chain my rising wishes down;
When she beyond yon hill would stray,
And leave my sight a length of way;
Then thou wouldst come, and with a smile
Half charm the weary hour the while,
Drawing a landscape sweet and fair
That mingl’d with the softest air,
And painted Days of other hue,
And Evenings spangl’d o’er with dew,
And Hours that, laughing as they trode,
Left a flower-circle on the sod.
Then dost thou fly me?—Goddess, stay!
Seest thou where Sickness chains the day?
Seest thou what loads ‘tis forc’d to bear,
And drag around the weary year?
See! see! she now arrests my breath,
And almost threatens instant death;
A lifeless calm she now demands,
And ties my weak unmoving hands,
No more my fingers seek the lyre,
And wildly sweep along the wire,—
The trembling wire that oft has found
The softest way to sweetest sound,