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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - EdwardCaroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - Edward
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HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest, Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain; All the bright day I watch till thou appearest, All the long night I dream of thee again. When the whisp`ring summer breeze is waving o`er me lightly, When the moaning winter winds their wail of sadness make; Then dearest, then, thine image riseth brightly, I am weary of my life, for Edward`s sake. When in the halls of light, all bright and happy faces, Smiling turn to greet a friend, and wander on Far through the distant crowd, my heart thy proud form traces, My eye is sadly fixed on thee alone. When that dear, familiar voice, some careless word hath spoken, When thy brow a moment bends, a cold farewell to take; Then, dearest, then, my heart is well nigh broken, I am weary of my life, for Edward`s sake. Oh, Edward! dark my doom!--this heart will love for ever, Though thou wilt never share its joy or pain, Thine eye will turn to mine, and meet its glance, but never Beam fondly back on hers who loves in vain. But when weary life is o`er, and in the grave I`m lying, (Silently a woman`s heart should hide its love and break; ) Then, dearest, then, some voice shall tell thee, sighing, How weary was my life to me, for Edward`s sake.
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