Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 30 1831.pdf/7



Swifter far than summer's flight, Swifter far than youth's delight, Swifter far than happy night, Thou art come and gone!

As the earth when leaves are dead, As the night when sleep is sped, As the heart when joy is fled, I am left here, alone!

"I am free, I am free, I return no more! The weary time of the cage is o'er! Through the rolling clouds I can soar on high, The sky is around me, the blue bright sky!