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- The Pang More Sharp than All[;] An Allegory
The Pang More Sharp than All[;] An Allegory
- 1He too has flitted from his secret nest,
- 2Hope's last and dearest child without a name!--
- 3Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,
- 4That makes false promise of a place of rest
- 5To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;--
- 6Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court,
- 7Who having won all guerdons in his sport,
- 8Glides out of view, and whither none can find!
- 9Yes! he hath flitted from me--with what aim,
- 10Or why, I know not! 'Twas a home of bliss,
- 11And he was innocent, as the pretty shame
- 12Of babe, that tempts and shuns the menaced kiss,
- 13From its twy-cluster'd hiding place of snow!
- 14Pure as the babe, I ween, and all aglow
- 15As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breast--
- 16Her eyes down gazing o'er her claspéd charge;--
- 17Yet gay as that twice happy father's kiss,
- 18That well might glance aside, yet never miss,
- 19Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet a targe--
- 20Twice wretched he who hath been doubly blest!
- 21Like a loose blossom on a gusty night
- 22He flitted from me--and has left behind
- 23(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)
- 24Of either sex and answerable mind
- 25Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame:--
- 26The one a steady lad (Esteem he
hight)
- 27And Kindness is the gentler sister's name.
- 28Dim likeness now, though fair she be
and good,
- 29Of that bright Boy who hath us all forsook;--
- 30But in his full-eyed aspect when she stood,
- 31And while her face reflected every
look,
- 32And in reflection kindled--she became
- 33So like Him, that almost she seem'd the same!
- 34Ah! he is gone, and yet will not depart!--
- 35Is with me still, yet I from him exiled!
- 36For still there lives within my secret heart
- 37The magic image of the magic Child,
- 38Which there he made up-grow by his strong art,
- 39As in that crystal orb--wise Merlin's feat,--
- 40The wondrous 'World of Glass,' wherein inisled
- 41All long'd-for things their beings did repeat;--
- 42And there he left it, like a Sylph beguiled,
- 43To live and yearn and languish incomplete!
- 44Can wit of man a heavier grief reveal?
- 45Can sharper pang from hate or scorn arise?--
- 46Yes! one more sharp there is that deeper lies,
- 47Which fond Esteem but mocks when he would heal.
- 48Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,
- 49But sad compassion and atoning zeal!
- 50One pang more blighting-keen than hope betray'd!
- 51And this it is my woeful hap to feel,
- 52When, at her Brother's hest, the twin-born Maid
- 53With face averted and unsteady eyes,
- 54Her truant playmate's faded robe puts on;
- 55And inly shrinking from her own disguise
- 56Enacts the faery Boy that's lost and gone.
- 57O worse than all! O pang all pangs above
- 58Is Kindness counterfeiting absent Love!