Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 41 1834.pdf/9



Spring! midst thy victorious glow, Far spreading o'er the awaken'd woods and plains, And streams that bound to meet thee from their chains, Well might there lurk the shadow of a woe For human hearts; and in the exulting flow Of thy rich songs a melancholy tone, Were we of mould all earthly; we alone, Sever'd from thy great spell, and doom'd to go    Farther, still farther, from our sunny time, Never to feel the breathings of our prime, Never to flower again!—But we, O Spring! Cheer'd by deep spirit-whispers not of earth, Press to the regions of thy heavenly birth, As here thy birds and flowers press on to bloom and sing.