| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | To Edgar Allan Poe If thy sad heart | | By Sarah Helen (Power) Whitman (18031878) |
| | | IF thy sad heart, pining for human love, | |
| In its earth solitude grew dark with fear, | |
| Lest the high Sun of Heaven itself should prove | |
| Powerless to save from that phantasmal sphere | |
| Wherein thy spirit wanderedif the flowers | 5 |
| That pressed around thy feet seemed but to bloom | |
| In lone Gethsemanes, through starless hours, | |
| When all who loved had left thee to thy doom: | |
| Oh, yet believe that in that hollow vale | |
| Where thy soul lingers, waiting to attain | 10 |
| So much of Heavens sweet grace as shall avail | |
| To lift its burden of remorseful pain, | |
| My soul shall meet thee and its heaven forego | |
| Till Gods great love on both one hope, one Heaven bestow. | | | | |
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