Sonnet XC. Subject Continued.
My hour is not yet come! - these burning eyes Have not yet look'd their last! - else, 'mid the roar Of this wild STORM, what gloomy joy to pour My freed, exhaling Soul! - sublime to rise, Rend the conflicting clouds, inflame the skies, And lash the torrents! - Bending to explore Our evening seat, my straining eye once more Roves the wide watry Waste; - but nought descries Save the pale Flood, o'erwhelming as it strays. Yet Oh! lest my remorseless Fate decree That all I love, with life's extinguish'd rays Sink from my soul, to soothe this agony, To balm that life, whose loss may forfeit thee, COME DEAR REMEMBRANCE OF DEPARTED DAYS!
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"My hour is not yet come! - these burning eyes..."
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