Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ch power is thine I—they come, the dead,From the graves bondage free,And smihng back the changed are led To look in love on thee ;And voices that are music flownSpeak to me in the hearts full tone: Till crowding thoughts my soul oppress—The thoughts of happier years, And a vain gush of tendernessOerflows in child-like tears ; A passion which I may not stay, A sudden fount that must have way. But thou, the while—oh ! almost strange, Mine imaged self! it seemsT
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ch power is thine I—they come, the dead,From the graves bondage free,And smihng back the changed are led To look in love on thee ;And voices that are music flownSpeak to me in the hearts full tone: Till crowding thoughts my soul oppress—The thoughts of happier years, And a vain gush of tendernessOerflows in child-like tears ; A passion which I may not stay, A sudden fount that must have way. But thou, the while—oh ! almost strange, Mine imaged self! it seemsThat on //y brow of peace no change Reflects my own swift dreams ;Almost I marvel not to traceThose lights and shadows in //y face. To see //ice calm, while powers thus deep,— Affection—memory—grief—Pass oer my soul as winds that sweep Oer a frail aspen-leaf!O that the quiet of thine eyeMight sink there when the storm goes by ! Yet look thou still serenely on,And if sweet friends there be That when my song and soul are goneShall seek my form in thee,— Tell them of one for whom twas best To flee awav and be at rest I.
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