Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Phantasmion. A Fairy Tale (1837). XI. I Thought by TearsSarah Coleridge (18021850)
I
Since smiles had proved in vain;
But I from thee no smiles of love,
Nor tears of pity gain:
Now, now I could not smile perforce
A sceptred queen to please:
Yet tears will take th’ accustom’d course
Till time their fountain freeze.
My service wholly thine;
But what fair fruit can grace the tree
Till suns vouchsafe to shine?
Thou art my sun, thy looks are light,
O cast me not in shade
Beam forth ere summer takes its flight,
And all my honours fade.
The fragile harp lies mute,
Its tenderest tones the wind can draw
From many another lute;
But when this beating heart lies still,
Each chord relax’d in death,
What other shall so deeply thrill,
So tremble at thy breath?