Page:Felicia Hemans in The Court Magazine Volume III 1833.pdf/6



hours, ye sunny hours! Floating lightly by, Are ye come with birds and flowers, Odours and blue sky?

Yes, we come, again we come, Through the wood-paths free; Bringing many a wanderer home, With the bird and bee.

O ye hours, ye sunny hours! Are ye wafting song? Doth wild music stream in showers All the groves among?

Yes, the nightingale is there, While the starlight reigns, Making young leaves and sweet air Tremble with her strains.

O ye hours, ye sunny hours! In your silent flow Ye are mighty, mighty powers! Bring ye bliss or woe?

Ask not this—oh! seek not this! Yield your hearts awhile To the soft wind's balmy kiss, And the heaven's bright smile!

Throw not shades of anxious thought O'er the glowing flowers! We are come, with sunshine fraught, Question not the hours!