A Lover's Complaint to His Mistress
The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky:
'Tis Silence all. By lonely anguish torn
With wandering feet to gloomy groves I fly,
And wakeful Love still tracks my course forlorn.
Ah! will you, cruel Julia! will you go?
And trust you to the Ocean's dark dismay?
Shall the wide wat'ry world between us flow?
And Winds unpitying snatch my Hopes away?
Thus could you sport with my too easy heart?
Yet tremble, lest not unavenged I grieve!
The Winds may learn your own delusive art,
And faithless Ocean smile--but to deceive.
[1792. From ms Letter]
'Tis Silence all. By lonely anguish torn
With wandering feet to gloomy groves I fly,
And wakeful Love still tracks my course forlorn.
Ah! will you, cruel Julia! will you go?
And trust you to the Ocean's dark dismay?
Shall the wide wat'ry world between us flow?
And Winds unpitying snatch my Hopes away?
Thus could you sport with my too easy heart?
Yet tremble, lest not unavenged I grieve!
The Winds may learn your own delusive art,
And faithless Ocean smile--but to deceive.
[1792. From ms Letter]
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