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

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
And pour’d her soul into my ear.
Persuasion came, with tuneful chords,
And drew a tone from weakest words;
“E’en weakest words her notes can prove,
When wrapt in music sweetly move
In concert with her smile or sigh,
Or the full language of her eye;
That silent pathos who can bear,
Or speak the thoughts that tremble there!
‘Twas then Illusion’s ready hand
Now glaz’d the waters, deck’d the land;
Around the scene enchantment threw,
And turn’d to pearl the simple dew;
Touch’d every flower with magic charm,
And kept the bosom sweetly warm.
The eye o’er all Elysium roll’d—
‘Twas streams of silver, rocks of gold—
And walks of happiness were seen
‘Mong vocal bowers, and valleys green.
But, sweet deceiver! now ‘tis o’er,
I look through thy soft eye no more;
No more, since sure thy pains were given
To draw us from a fancied heaven,
To tell us that all bliss below
Is ting’d with many a shade of woe.
And who can say, enchanting power!
How long shall last his brightest hour?
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Thy coldness, like a vapour, streams,
And damps our joy’s enlivening beams,
When once we give the generous heart,
Fore-doom’d to feel, to bear, and smart,
Yet find thy lovely form decay,
Thy best of features wear away,
Thy fondness drop by slow degrees,
Thy very life-blood coldly freeze,
Thy sweet attentions, one by one—
We know not why—yet see withdrawn;
The heart retires within her cave,
And, bleeding, asks an early grave!
Then go, Affection! I have found
Thou both canst give and heal the wound;