Mr Darcys Sleepless Night
Mr. Darcy's Sleepless Night
by Sara L. Russell 2005
Elizabeth! All heaven breathes the name
Whereon abject desire became impaled!
Whose accusations cast me into shame;
So difficult to please - and I have failed.
To have been roundly hated from the start,
Where I supposed she meant only to tease!
Would that those subtle glances stilled my heart
And I had never felt such agonies.
Elizabeth! What kind of sorceress,
What vengeful angel, what siren of pain,
What torturer would have love's slave confess,
Only to throw such ardour back again?
Sweet mercy, take her spectre from my eyes,
Lest dreams bring torment when the lamplight dies.
Copyright © Sara Louise Russell | Year Posted 2020
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