Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet 12. I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves

THE DISDAINED LOVER.

I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves,--
Where thou didst stand in silence and in fear,
For thou wert train'd by custom's haughty slaves,
And love, from such as I, disdain'd to hear;
Yet, with the murmur of the echoing sea,
And the monotonous billows, rolling on,
Were mingled sounds of weeping,--for in thee
All nature was not harden'd into stone:
And from the shore there came a distant chime
From the old village-clock;--ah! since that day,
Like a dull passing-bell each stroke of time
Falls on my heart; and in the ocean spray
A voice of lamentation seems to dwell,
As in that bitter hour of agonised farewell!

1. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
2. Sonnet 16. WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
3. I Cannot Love Thee!
4. Sonnet 11. Green avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
5. Sonnet 8. SILENT companions of the lonely hour

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