Lady, Whom My Beloved Loves So Well! [Sonnet]

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Title:     Lady, Whom My Beloved Loves So Well! [Sonnet]
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

Lady, whom my beloved loves so well!
When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth,
When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell,
And the bright flood of burning light, that shineth
In his dark eyes, is poured into thine;
When thou shalt lie enfolded to his heart,
In all the trusting helplessness of love;
If in such joy sorrow can find a part,
Oh, give one sigh unto a doom like mine!
Which I would have thee pity, but not prove.
One cold, calm, careless, wintry look, that fell
Haply by chance on me, is all that he
E'er gave my love; round that, my wild thoughts dwell
In one eternal pang of memory.

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Fanny Kemble's poem: Lady, Whom My Beloved Loves So Well! [Sonnet]

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