WHERE dost thou bide, blessed soul of my love!
Is ether thy dwelling, O whisper me where!
Rapt in remembrance, while lonely I rove,
I gaze on bright clouds, and I fancy thee there.
Or to thy bower when musing I go,
I think, ‘t is thy voice that I hear in the breeze;
Softly it seems to speak peace to my woe,
And life once again for a moment can please.
If this be phrensy alone, ‘t is so dear,
That long may the pleasing delusion be nigh;
Still Ellen’s voice in the breeze may I hear,
Still see in bright clouds the kind beams of her eye!
(Amelia Opie)
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Based on Topics: Love PoemsBased on Keywords: ellen, phrensy