Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 32 1832.pdf/3



home is far, oh! far away! The clear light in her eyes Hath nought to do with earthly day, 'Tis kindled from the skies. Let her depart!

She looks upon the things of earth, Ev’n as some gentle star Seems gazing down on Grief or Mirth, How softly, yet how far! Let her depart!

Her spirit's hope—her bosom’s love— Oh! could they mount and fly! She never sees a wandering dove, But for its wing to sigh. Let her depart!

She never hears a soft wind bear Low music on its way, But deems it sent from heavenly air, For her who cannot stay. Let her depart!

Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams, She breathes and moves alone, Pining for those bright bowers and streams, Where her beloved is gone. Let her depart!