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Adelaide Anne Procter (Аделаида Энн Проктер) Doubting Heart WHERE are the swallows fled? Frozen and dead, Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore. O doubting heart! Far over purple seas They wait, in sunny ease, The balmy southern breeze, To bring them to their northern homes once more. Why must the flowers die? Prison’d they lie In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain. O doubting heart! They only sleep below The soft white ermine snow, While winter winds shall blow, To breathe and smile upon you soon again. The sun has hid its rays These many days; Will dreary hours never leave the earth? O doubting heart! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky, That soon (for spring is nigh) Shall wake the summer into golden mirth. Fair hope is dead, and light Is quench’d in night. What sound can break the silence of despair? O doubting heart! Thy sky is overcast, Yet stars shall rise at last, Brighter for darkness past, And angels’ silver voices stir the air. Adelaide Anne Procter's other poems:
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