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For both were faiths, and both are gone.
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
For rigorous teachers seized my youth,
And purged its faith, and trimm’d its fire,
Show’d me the high white star of Truth,
There bade me gaze, and there aspire.
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
Forgive me, masters of the mind!
At whose behest I long ago
So much unlearnt, so much resign'd —
I come not here to be your foe!
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
Silent — the best are silent now.
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
Oh, hide me in your gloom profound,
Ye solemn seats of holy pain!
Take me, cowl'd forms, and fence me round,
Till I possess my soul again;
Till free my thoughts before me roll,
Not chafed by hourly false control!
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
What helps it now, that Byron bore,
With haughty scorn which mock'd the smart,
Through Europe to the Ætolian shore
The pageant of his bleeding heart?
That thousands counted every groan,
And Europe made his woe her own?
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)