Sonnet
'Tis past the cruel anguish of suspence
Shall vex my soul no more — I know him lost
For ever lost to me — and all that most
On earth I valued, bought with dear expense
Of peaceful nights, and days of innocence
Lies withered in my grasp — Oh idle cost
Of squandered hours! Oh vows of anguish tost
To the wild winds, that mocked the eloquence
Of grief indignant, yet constrained to speak!
Now all is past, the desolating storm
No longer may the bowers of bliss deform
Its furious malice has no more to seek
Each high aspiring hope lies all laid low
Sweep on ye powerless winds, o'er your fall'n trophies blow! —
Shall vex my soul no more — I know him lost
For ever lost to me — and all that most
On earth I valued, bought with dear expense
Of peaceful nights, and days of innocence
Lies withered in my grasp — Oh idle cost
Of squandered hours! Oh vows of anguish tost
To the wild winds, that mocked the eloquence
Of grief indignant, yet constrained to speak!
Now all is past, the desolating storm
No longer may the bowers of bliss deform
Its furious malice has no more to seek
Each high aspiring hope lies all laid low
Sweep on ye powerless winds, o'er your fall'n trophies blow! —
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