Page:Felicia Hemans in The Amulet 1832.pdf/4



"The laurel and the glorious rose        Thy glad beam yet may see;     But where no purple summer glows, O'er the dark wave, I haste from them and thee!

"Yet, doth my spirit faint to part?        —I mourn thee not, O sun!     Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart, Sing me triumphal songs!—My crown is won!

"Let not a voice of weeping rise;        My breast is girt with power;     Let the green earth and festal skies Laugh, as to grace a conqueror's closing hour!

"For thee, for thee!—my bosom's lord!        Thee, my soul's loved, I die!     Thine is the torch of life restored, Mine, mine, the rapture!—mine the victory!

"Now may the boundless love, that lay        Unfathomed still before,     In one consuming burst, find way, In one bright flood, all, all its riches pour!

"Thou know'st, thou know'st what love is now,        Its glory and its might!     Are they not written on my brow? And will that image ever quit thy sight?