Poems / By James G. Percival.

  • Percival, James Gates, 1795-1856
Date:
1823
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: Poems / By James G. Percival. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    I laid it on the pillow of my soul; I gave it all my feeling, and around The fond idea all my heart-strings bound; In that one point I blent my being’s whole. But thou hast gone, and left me here to bear The weight of loneliness—thou thinkest not, where Bright forms caress thee, of my bosom torn By thee so coldly—but I cannot rend Thy image from my heart, I cannot blend Hate with the love so long, so fondly borne. I feel my spirit falter, and my frame Trembling and faint with weakness, but the flame Of passion burns as brightly—I will lay My forehead on my pillow, and resign My bosom to its torture, nor repine, And let the fire consume my life away. TO SENECA LAKE. ON thy fair bosom, silver lake! The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale.