Page:Felicia Hemans in The Court Magazine Volume III 1833.pdf/2



Hast thou no fears, O thou exulting thing; Thus looking forth on life? Is there no spell In the strong wind to tame thee? Thou hast yet To learn harsh lessons from the changeful hours, And bow thy stately head submissively Unto a heavy touch; for here, bright shape! Thy resting-place is not.

That fervid hue of love which to thy heart-leaf glows?

Not to disturb my soul, thou crowned one of all flowers!

So dost thou kindle thoughts, for earthly doom too high!

But finding the spring-tide of rapid song too weak.