Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 20 1827.pdf/9

The shadows of the Tomb are here,
    Yet beautiful is Earth!
What seest thou then where no dim fear,
    No haunting dream hath birth?

Here a vain love to passing flowers
    Thou gav'st—but where thou art,
The sway is not with changeful hours,
    There love and death must part!

Thou hast left sorrow in thy song,
    A voice not loud, but deep;
The glorious bowers of Earth among,
    How often didst thou weep!

Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground
    Thy tender thoughts and high?—
—Now peace the Woman's heart hath found,
    And joy the Poet's eye!
F. H.