Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 34 1833.pdf/18



O ye voices round my own hearth singing! As the winds of May to memory sweet, Might I yet return, a worn heart bringing, Would those vernal tones the Wanderer greet, Once again?

Never, never! Spring hath smiled and parted Oft since then your fond farewell was said; O’er the green turf of the gentle-hearted Summer's hand the rose-leaves may have shed, Oft again!

Or if still around my hearth ye linger Yet, sweet voices! There must change have come! Years have quell'd the free soul of the singer, Vernal tones shall greet the wanderer home, Ne'er again!