Sighs
Dublin Core
Title
Sighs
Description
THERE is a sigh - that, half supprest,
There is a sigh - so soft, so sweet,
There is a sigh - short, deep, and strong,
There is a sigh - that speaks regret,
There is a sigh - that, deeply breath'd,
There is a sigh - that slowly swells,
Seems scarce to heave the bosom fair;
It rises from the spotless breast,The first faint dawn of tender care.
There is a sigh - so soft, so sweet,
It breathes not from the lip of woe;
'Tis heard where conscious lovers meet,Whilst yet untold young passions glow.
There is a sigh - short, deep, and strong,
That on the lip of rapture dies;
It floats mild evening's shade along.When meet the fond consenting eyes.
There is a sigh - that speaks regret,
Yet seems scarce conscious of its pain'
It tells of bliss remember'd yet,Of bliss that ne'er must wake again.
There is a sigh - that, deeply breath'd,
Bespeaks the bosom's secret woe;
It says the flowers which Love had wreath'dAre wither'd, ne'er again to blow,
There is a sigh - that slowly swells,
Then deeply breathes its load of care;
It speaks that in that bosom dwells,That last worst pang, fond love's despair.
Creator
Mrs. Henry Rolls (Mary Rolls)
Source
3:45, p. 363
Date
1829.02.14
Collection
Citation
Mrs. Henry Rolls (Mary Rolls), “Sighs,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/195.
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