"Think'st thou fond memory will not bear / Thy image through the drowning tear? / The mind's eye then shall take the place, / And wander o'er thy much lov'd face."
— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)
Author
Work Title
Date
1842
Metaphor
"Think'st thou fond memory will not bear / Thy image through the drowning tear? / The mind's eye then shall take the place, / And wander o'er thy much lov'd face."
Metaphor in Context
Can absence tear thee from my sight?
My eyes' full joy--my soul's delight!
No;--in the soft and silken bower
Where slumber binds the drowsy hour,
And sweetest dreams in visions sends
To be the wretch's fancied friends,
Think'st thou that any form but thine
Can meet this ardent gaze of mine?
Or, when the blissful vision's o'er,
And I must grasp thy shade no more,--
When sorrowing drops my eyelids stain,
And wake me to my woes again;
Think'st thou fond memory will not bear
Thy image through the drowning tear?
The mind's eye then shall take the place,
And wander o'er thy much lov'd face,--
See every look and every thought
That feeling or that fancy wrought.
E'en now I see that starting tear;
Where lurks the anguish? tell me where?
Ah! my soul trembles while I see
That tear, alas! not dropp'd for me.
For me! ah, no; she knows I mourn,
Yet gives no sorrow in return;--
Has seen unmov'd my struggling sighs
Send a full deluge from my eyes,--
Nay, bade me, while the torrent fell,
A long, a sad, a last farewell!
My eyes' full joy--my soul's delight!
No;--in the soft and silken bower
Where slumber binds the drowsy hour,
And sweetest dreams in visions sends
To be the wretch's fancied friends,
Think'st thou that any form but thine
Can meet this ardent gaze of mine?
Or, when the blissful vision's o'er,
And I must grasp thy shade no more,--
When sorrowing drops my eyelids stain,
And wake me to my woes again;
Think'st thou fond memory will not bear
Thy image through the drowning tear?
The mind's eye then shall take the place,
And wander o'er thy much lov'd face,--
See every look and every thought
That feeling or that fancy wrought.
E'en now I see that starting tear;
Where lurks the anguish? tell me where?
Ah! my soul trembles while I see
That tear, alas! not dropp'd for me.
For me! ah, no; she knows I mourn,
Yet gives no sorrow in return;--
Has seen unmov'd my struggling sighs
Send a full deluge from my eyes,--
Nay, bade me, while the torrent fell,
A long, a sad, a last farewell!
Categories
Provenance
Searching "mind" and "eye" in HDIS (Poetry)
Theme
Mind's Eye
Date of Entry
04/17/2006
