obliviousatbest
atrophy
- Nov 10, 2021
- 67
My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born
Of lonely Fear, disquieted in vain;
Its phantoms hung around the star of morn,
A cloud-like weeping train;
Through the long day they dimm'd the autumn gold
On all the glistening leaves; and wildly roll'd,
When the last farewell flush of light was glowing
Across the sunset sky;
O'er its rich isles of vaporous glory throwing
One melancholy dye.
- Despondency and Aspiration by Felicia Hemans, d.1835
Wanted to share this verse here; antiquated depressive poetry soothes the deep weariness in me lol surely I'm not the only one that finds a tiny sense of peace in this crafted, timeless display of suffering.
Of lonely Fear, disquieted in vain;
Its phantoms hung around the star of morn,
A cloud-like weeping train;
Through the long day they dimm'd the autumn gold
On all the glistening leaves; and wildly roll'd,
When the last farewell flush of light was glowing
Across the sunset sky;
O'er its rich isles of vaporous glory throwing
One melancholy dye.
- Despondency and Aspiration by Felicia Hemans, d.1835
Wanted to share this verse here; antiquated depressive poetry soothes the deep weariness in me lol surely I'm not the only one that finds a tiny sense of peace in this crafted, timeless display of suffering.