HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest, <br />Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain; <br />All the bright day I watch till thou appearest, <br />All the long night I dream of thee again. <br />When the whisp'ring summer breeze is waving o'er me lightly, <br />When the moaning winter winds their wail of sadness make; <br />Then dearest, then, thine image riseth brightly, <br />I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake. <br /> <br />When in the halls of light, all bright and happy faces, <br />Smiling turn to greet a friend, and wander on <br />Far through the distant crowd, my heart thy proud form traces, <br />My eye is sadly fixed on thee alone. <br />When that dear, familiar voice, some careless word hath spoken, <br />When thy brow a moment bends, a cold farewell to take; <br />Then, dearest, then, my heart is well nigh broken, <br />I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake. <br /> <br />Oh, Edward! dark my doom!--this heart will love for ever, <br />Though thou wilt never share its joy or pain, <br />Thine eye will turn to mine, and meet its glance, but never <br />Beam fondly back on hers who loves in vain. <br />But when weary life is o'er, and in the grave I'm lying, <br />(Silently a woman's heart should hide its love and break; ) <br />Then, dearest, then, some voice shall tell thee, sighing, <br />How weary was my life to me, for Edward's sake.<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edward-5/
