I thought my simple tale was fully told,
My joys and sorrows settled into peace,
I thought my thraldom had received release,
Since with fair love I had been overbold-
But no! Love’s passion lures me to the main
Immeasurable, fairer after storm
That thundered, and through cloud that darkened morn:
Pale Love and unrequited still has pain,
Which Hope transforms to some sure coming bliss,
And laughing watches every throb of heart,
Certain there is no fatal fear, if he
Direct the lover to that sealing kiss,
Which then becomes of life the noblest part,
Giving it sweetest strength and harmony.
(John William Inchbold)
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