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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by FELIX ARVERS
First Line: My soul, my life, a fatal secret own
Last Line: Who can that woman be?' and never guess.
First Line: My soul, my life, a fatal secret own
Last Line: Who can that woman be?' and never guess.
MY soul, my life, a fatal secret own--
A deathless love my heart at once o'erthrew:
The would is hopeless, and was never shown;
And she who dealt it ne'er my anguish knew.
Alas! how oft unnoticed near I drew
And stood beside her, yet was all alone;
And all my earthly days will past have flown
And I nought gained, and nothing dared pursue.
She in whom God all love and softness blends,
Follows her path absorbed, nor comprehends
The murmurings of love that round her press.
She whom stern duty's voice alone can stir
Will say, when read these lines, all full of her,
'Who can that woman be?' And never guess.
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