Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
V. The UnattainedMrs. Elizabeth Oakes Smith (18061893)
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To follow phantoms that elude the grasp,
Or whatsoe’er secured, within our clasp
To withering lie, as if each earthly kiss
Were doomed death’s shuddering touch alone to meet.
O Life! hast thou reserved no cup of bliss?
Must still T
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That rob for aye the spirit of its rest?
Yes, this is Life; and everywhere we meet,
Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat;
Yet faint thou not: thou dost apply a test,
That shall incite thee onward, upward still:
The present cannot sate, nor e’er thy spirit fill.