Poem by Caroline Lamb

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My heart's fit to break, yet no tear fills my eye,
As I gaze on the moon, and the clouds that flit by;
The moon shines so fair, it reminds me of thee,
But the clouds that obscure it are emblems of me.


They will pass like the dreams of our pleasures and youth,
They will pass like the promise of honor and truth,
And bright thou shalt shine when these shadows are gone,
All radiant, serene, unobscur'd-but alone. 

1. Lines to Harriet Wilson
2. After Many A Well-Fought Day
3. Amidst the Flowers Rich and Gay
4. Weep For What Thou'st Lost
5. By That Smile Which Made Me Blest

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