Stanzas
Dublin Core
Title
Stanzas
Description
Sigh, for pleasure, thou may'st find her
In connubial joys alone'
Friends may smile, but there's a kinder,
Greets thee with a sweeter tone.
On life's billows when thou'rt tossing,
Man, the night were dark and drear,
Did not thy beams, Oh, woman crossing,
Dispel the gloom, the prospect cheer.
I have had thy love in sorrow,
Yield a balm my wounds to heal;
And e'en 'twould gild the future morrow,
With joy to know that one would feel.
Oasis thou, on life's Sahara,
Verdure on drear existence' waste,
And fortune how so e'er it vary,
Still leaves thee, woman ours at last.
O'er him thou lov'st when death is ending,
Full fast his fabric, mortal's doom,
Like some sweet seraph, thou art bending,
To smooth his pathway to the tomb.
In connubial joys alone'
Friends may smile, but there's a kinder,
Greets thee with a sweeter tone.
On life's billows when thou'rt tossing,
Man, the night were dark and drear,
Did not thy beams, Oh, woman crossing,
Dispel the gloom, the prospect cheer.
I have had thy love in sorrow,
Yield a balm my wounds to heal;
And e'en 'twould gild the future morrow,
With joy to know that one would feel.
Oasis thou, on life's Sahara,
Verdure on drear existence' waste,
And fortune how so e'er it vary,
Still leaves thee, woman ours at last.
O'er him thou lov'st when death is ending,
Full fast his fabric, mortal's doom,
Like some sweet seraph, thou art bending,
To smooth his pathway to the tomb.
Creator
Arion
Source
1:45, p. 180
Date
1828.02.01
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Stanzas,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/110.
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