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Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Летиция Элизабет Лэндон) A Name They named him—ah! yet Do I start at that name; Have I still to forget? Is my heart still the same Long hours have passed on Since that name was too dear; Now its music is gone, It is death to my ear! It tells of a false one, Ah! falsest to me; My heart's life begun, It has ended, with thee! I loved, as those love Who but one image know In the blue sky above, On the fair earth below. I had not a thought In which thou had'st no part; In the wide world I sought But a place in thy heart. To win it I gave All that had been my pride; Like a child or a slave Subdued at thy side. All homage was sweet I for thee could resign; Others knelt at my feet, But I knelt at thine. I was happy, I dreamed I could trust to thy word; My soul's faith it seemed In my idol—and lord! And yet thou could'st change— And, did we meet now, Thy voice would be strange, And altered thy brow. I thought I had schooled My heart from regret— It will not be ruled, 'Tis so hard to forget. I live in a crowd, And I seem like the rest, But my spirit is bowed By a grief unconfess'd. From my pillow at night— 'Tis so wretched—sleep flies, And morning brings light And the tears to my eyes; They speak, and I ask what It is they would say, For the thoughts that I name not Are with thee, far away. Twas a light word and careless That named thee again: There were none by to guess Why I shuddered like pain. But the damp on my brow, The pang at my heart, Revealed to me how Wildly loved still thou art. Yet, false one, farewell! I have still enough pride; Though hopeless to quell, Yet at least it can hide. But, ah! may an hour Be waiting for thee— When Love, in his power, Shall avenge him for me! Letitia Elizabeth Landon's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1232 |
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