Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 25 1829.pdf/2



draught, kind Fairy! from that fountain deep, To lay the phantoms of a haunted breast, And lone affections which are griefs, to steep In the cool honey-dews of dreamless rest; And from the soul the lightning-marks to lave— One draught of that sweet wave!

Yet, mortal, pause!—within thy mind is laid Wealth, gather'd long and slowly; thoughts divine Heap that full treasure-house; and thou hast made The gems of many a spirit's ocean thine:— Shall the dark waters to oblivion bear A pyramid so fair?

Pour from the fount! and let the draught efface All the vain lore by Memory's pride amass'd, So it but sweep along the torrent's trace, And fill the hollow channels of the past! And from the bosom's inmost-folded leaf Raze the one master-grief!