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What state is min e ! How have I risen By love ' s despair !— -what vastness given , Smoe , like a nx * d petrific tomb > I bore my epitaph o ' er doom ! My mind now roves thro' many a shore , Vfw powers it never knew beiore ; Thoughts , shapes , and actions , in degree Tremendous—Titan-like—and
free—Passion-created imagery I Deiora I But visions now too thick throng in , And Time and Solitude must win , And mould the long-resisting one .
Therefore , ere with wild dreams o ' er-run , These records will I leave behind , Like love ' s last sighs pour'd on the wind , — A cold , cold world is all they'll find ; Deiora !
My life beyond all natural length Holds out > tho' destitute of strength So stiff my limbs , my pulse so low , I ' m like % ae Image of my woe ! I feel my blood hath ebb'd away , And moveless sit , from day to day , A statue conscious of its clay I Deiora !
I heard a voice i the air last night , When the hoarse fog hung smok y white" Image of Passion !—love , grief , will , But man no more ; time shall not fill Thy measure , till Earth change to Sky I " And as the accents echoing die , Voices in myriads seem to sigh , — Deiora !
Cold are the winds on northern lea ; Cold is the winter o ' er the sea : H 6 wl , wktdi ! gripe , winter ! shatter , wave Mankind , do all !—behold this Grave ! Seascmi roll on , as morn on morn ;
Se « g * i pa »§ : oh , world forlorn ! TJ * e dead smile pity at thy scorn . Time , ever childless and heart-bare , BqgftiB to mourn , and crave an heir . Andrea Como sleeps—sleeps where ? Deiora !
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1836, page 732, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2664/page/16/
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