Constance Caroline Woodhill Naden (Констанс Каролина Вудхилл Нэден)

Yearning

I MURMUR songs of past delight,
To tunes of present pain:
Around me is the empty night
That answers not again.

My thoughts were better told by tears,
And yet I scorn to weep:
Forgetting hopes, forgetting fears,
My eyes and heart shall sleep.

Yet must I see, in visions wild,
The joys I cannot gain,
And, like a little lonely child,
Stretch out my arms in vain.

1. To a Hyacinth in January
2. May, 1879
3. The Sister of Mercy
4. Hercules
5. December, 1879

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