[F---- is, presumably, Mrs. Frances Sargent Osgood] Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path-- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)-- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea-- Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms--but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile.
I know it can’t just be me. I know that's true. I know there are others like me. Those who can’t stand mornings. Those who shut themselves out. Those who can’t succeed. They ask themselves why. They can’t seem to change. They’ve given up. I know there’s others like me. I also know. In this dark room, doing nothing, it doesn’t feel like others feel the way you do. It just feels… Utterly fucking depressing. Please anything, anyone, distract me from this depressing life of mine.
(Ahem...!) The way you look at me, my dearest friend, Has crossed the bounds of devotion's end. The light in your eyes, the way they shine, Has made your feelings known as mine. The way you blush when our eyes collide, And lower your gaze with nowhere to hide. It seems your heart has something to confess, Yet hides behind a veil of shyness. A thousand excuses to be by my side, To meet me again, though you try to hide. Your little pretences are no mystery, Yet every excuse tells a different story. Wherever I go, wherever I stay, You find your way, you come my way. When I'm not around, you search for me, Though you hide it all so carefully. I've heard that my thoughts keep you awake, That every night, your peace they take. And what of me? Even my name alone, Has found a home where your heart has grown. How long will you keep this secret concealed? When every unspoken feeling is revealed. The truth you once guarded so mysteriously, Is now known to the world for all to see.
Never pick me, For you, I'm not the one to be, I don't deserve your love, Like the ground doesn't belong to a dove, You are innocent in every way, So I'm sorry, I'll have to push you away, Maybe you will get another one better, I'm not the one when cold who would offer a sweater, I am not the one to seek and find, For you should look both ways, before you cross my mind.
I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,-- "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in--and take him in with tears!" I said. I lay,--for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,-- I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!
The flowers withered where we stood, Nothing remained of what we could. The laughter faded into tears, And happiness disappeared with the years. I called your name into the rain, Hoping somehow you'd return again. But silence answered every plea, A painful truth I couldn't see. Now time moves on, but memories stay, Like fading dreams that won't go away. And though the world forgets our story, I'll remember what was once our glory.