Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By IX Poems (1840). IV. Hearts-EaseCaroline Clive (18011873)
O
How shall I draw thee thence?—so much I need
The healing aid of thine enshrined power
To veil the past, and bid the time good speed!
The heart’s-ease dies when it is laid to mine;
Methinks there is no shape by joy possess’d
Would better fare than thou upon that shrine.
Renew the lost—restore me the decay’d;—
Bring back the days whose tide has ebb’d so fast—
Give form again to the fantastic shade!
My youth, that perish’d in its vain desire,—
My fond ambition, crush’d ere it could be
Aught save a self-consuming, wasted fire;
In the delusion of life’s infancy—
I was not happy, but I knew not then
That happy I was never doom’d to be.
Love, kindness, joy, and hope to gild my day,—
In vain the emblem leaves towards me bend;
Thy spirit, Heart-Ease, is too far away!