Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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XXII.
"This I had told,--but shame withheld--and fear Thou'dst deem some spirit guilded me--disapprove-- Perchance forbid my customed wanderings here; But whencesoe'er the vision, I have strove "Still vainly to forget--I've heard the mourn Kindred afar, and captive--oh! my mother-- Should he--my heaven announced--exist, return-- And meet me drear--lost--wedded to another"-- Then thus Sephora, "In the city where Our kindred distant dwelt--blood has been shed-- Dreamer, had such heroic boy been there, Belike he's numbered with the silent dead. "Or doth he live he knows not--would not know (Thralled--dead, to thee--in fair Assyrian arms.) Who pines for him afar in fruitless woe A phantom's bride--wasting love, life and charms. XXIII. "'Tis as a vine of Galilee should say, Culturer, I reck not thy support, I sigh For a young palm tree, of Euphrates; nay-- Or let me him entwine or in my blossom die. |
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