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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
 
Poems.
XIII. “Lady, whom my Belovèd Loves”
By Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893)
 
LADY, whom my belovèd loves so well!
  When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth,
When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell,
  And the bright flood of burning light, that shineth
In his dark eyes, is pourèd into thine;        5
  When thou shalt lie enfolded to his heart,
In all the trusting helplessness of love;
  If in such joy sorrow can find a part,
Oh, give one sigh unto a doom like mine!
  Which I would have thee pity, but not prove.        10
One cold, calm, careless, wintry look, that fell
  Haply by chance on me, is all that he
E’er gave my love; round that, my wild thoughts dwell
  In one eternal pang of memory.
 
 
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