Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet 4. BE frank with me, and I accept my lot

BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb,
The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased;
Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom
By wavering doubts how far thou art released:
This dressing Pity in the garb of Love,--
This effort of the heart to seem the same,--
These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove
But that thou leav'st me with a kind of shame,)--
Remind me more, by their most vain deceit,
Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
3. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
4. The Pilgrim of Life
5. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown

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