Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 14 1825.pdf/5



——————His very heart athirst To gaze at nature in her green array, Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd With visions prompted by intense desire: Fair fields appear below, such as he left Far distant, such as he would die to find— —He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more.

hollow dash of waves!—the ceaseless roar! —Silence, ye billows! vex my soul no more.

Be still, thou sea-bird, with thy changing cry! My spirit sickens as thy wing sweeps by.

The heavy-rolling surge! the rocking mast! Hush! give my dream's deep music way, thou blast!