Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1829.pdf/4



From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, Or from some world, unreached by human thought Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home be there, And if thy visions with the past be fraught, Answer me, answer me

Have we not communed here, of life and death? Have we not said that love, such love as ours, Was not to perish, as a rose's breath, To melt away, like song from festal bowers? Answer, oh! answer me!

Thine eye's last light was mine—the soul that shone Intensely, mournfully, through gathering haze; Didst thou bear with thee, to the shores unknown, Nought of what lived in that long, earnest gaze! Hear, hear, and answer me!

Thy voice—its low, soft, fervent, farewell tone Thrilled through the tempest of the parting strife, Like a faint breeze:—oh! from that music flown Send back one sound, if love's be quenchless life! But once, oh! answer me!

In the still noontide, in the sunset's hush, In the dead hour of night, when thought grows deep; When the heart's phantoms from the darkness rush, Fearfully beautiful, to strive with sleep; Spirit! then answer me!

By the remembrance of our blended prayer; By all our tears, whose mingling made them sweet; By our last hope, the victor o'er despair; Speak!—if our souls in deathless yearnings meet, Answer me, answer me!

The grave is silent—and the far-off sky, And the deep midnight:—silent all, and lone! Oh! if thy buried love make no reply. What voice has earth!—Hear, pity, speak! mine own Answer me, answer me! Literary Souvenir, 1829.