As Thus Oppressed With Many A Heavy Care [sonnet]

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Title:     As Thus Oppressed With Many A Heavy Care [sonnet]
Author: Henry Kirk White [More Titles by White]

As thus oppressed with many a heavy care
(Though young yet sorrowful), I turn my feet
To the dark woodland, longing much to greet
The form of Peace, if chance she sojourn there;
Deep thought and dismal, verging to despair,
Fills my sad breast; and, tired with this vain coil,
I shrink dismay'd before life's upland toil.
And as, amid the leaves, the evening air
Whispers still melody,--I think ere long,
When I no more can hear, these woods will speak;
And then a sad smile plays upon my cheek,
And mournful phantasies upon me throng,
And I do ponder, with most strange delight,
On the calm slumbers of the dead man's night.

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Henry Kirk White's poem: As Thus Oppressed With Many A Heavy Care [sonnet]

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