Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828.pdf/2



And slight, withal, may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever:—it may be a sound, A tone of music—summer's breath, or spring, A flower—a leaf—the ocean—which may wound, Striking th' electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound."

, it is haunted—this quiet scene, Fair as it looks, and all softly green; Yet fear thou not—for the spell is thrown, And the might of the shadow on me alone.