Separation

Lyrics
A sworded man whose trade is blood,  In grief, in anger, and in fear, Thro' jungle, swamp, and torrent flood,  I seek the wealth you hold so dear! The dazzling charm of outward form,  The power of gold, the pride of birth, Have taken Woman's heart by storm—  Usurp'd the place of inward worth. Is not true Love of higher price  Than outward Form, though fair to see, Wealth's glittering fairy-dome of ice,  Or echo of proud ancestry?— O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see  Into the bottom of my heart, There's such a mine of Love for thee,  As almost might supply desert! (This separation is, alas!  Too great a punishment to bear; O! take my life, or let me pass  That life, that happy life, with her!) The perils, erst with steadfast eye  Encounter'd, now I shrink to see— Oh! I have heart enough to die—  Not half enough to part from Thee!
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Credits
- Writers
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge