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

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
That seem’d like me to talk of woes,
And lengthen out life’s weary dream,
Which on like its dull current flows.
Why dwells the soul on pleasures past?
Why think I Marion once was true?
Those fleeting joys that fled so fast,
Why should fond fancy still renew?
When fortune drove me far away,
My heart, dear Marion, dwelt with thee;
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E’en now methinks I hear thee say,—
Wilt thou, dear youth, remember me?
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O yes! I cried; no change of place,
Nor favouring fortune’s better day,
Can e’er erase thy lovely face,
Or wear thy heart-stamp’d form away.
Though mountains rise, and oceans roar,
They’ll prove but feeble bars to me;
In soul I’ll seek my native shore,
And wander every-where with thee.
And still, dull absence to deceive,
My thoughts fled to each former scene;
And fancy fondly made believe
I was again where once I’d been!
I tended Marion s evening walk;
We sat beneath the trysting tree;
I saw her smile, and heard her talk,
And vow to love and live for me!
But time and absence both conspir’d,
And Marion’s truth forgot its vow;
And Fashion many a wish acquir d,
That turns to wants—we know not how.
O Marion! could I e’er have thought
That Splendour would have rivall’d me,
This foolish heart I ne’er had taught
To think, as it still thinks, on thee!