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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti
Song: ‘O say not that my heart is cold’
By Charles Wolfe (1791–1823)
O SAY not that my heart is cold
  To aught that once could warm it;
That Nature’s form, so dear of old,
  No more has power to charm it;
Or that the ungenerous world can chill        5
  One glow of fond emotion
For those who made it dearer still,
  And shared my wild devotion.
Still oft those solemn scenes I view
  In rapt and dreamy sadness;        10
Oft look on those who loved them too
  With Fancy’s idle gladness;
Again I longed to view the light
  In Nature’s features glowing,
Again to tread the mountain’s height,        15
  And taste the soul’s o’erflowing.
Stern Duty rose, and frowning flung
  His leaden chain around me;
With iron look and sullen tongue
  He muttered as he bound me:        20
‘The mountain breeze, the boundless heaven,
  Unfit for toil the creature;
These for the free alone were given,—
  But what have slaves with Nature?’

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