English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Charles Lamb
425. Hester
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Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a thousand try
With vain endeavour.
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed
And her together.
A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate
That flush’d her spirit:
I know not by what name beside
I shall it call: if ’twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied
She did inherit.
Which doth the human feeling cool;
But she was train’d in Nature’s school,
Nature had blest her.
A waking eye, a prying mind,
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind;
A hawk’s keen sight ye cannot blind,
Ye could not Hester.
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore
Some summer morning—
When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet fore-warning?