ON SEEING MRS. KEAN, &c.
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Years bring decay and change and death to kingdom and to clime,
But human sympathy and love are changeless through all time:
In the eternal Now they live, though centuries o’er them roll;
They bloom forever fresh and young, immortal as the soul.
But human sympathy and love are changeless through all time:
In the eternal Now they live, though centuries o’er them roll;
They bloom forever fresh and young, immortal as the soul.
Thou, on whose brow the coronet of injured Constance shone,
Who to the glittering circlet gav’st a lustre not its own,—
Thou canst recall those lovely forms the faded Past inurns;
Thou summonest, and the shapeless dust to life and youth returns.
Who to the glittering circlet gav’st a lustre not its own,—
Thou canst recall those lovely forms the faded Past inurns;
Thou summonest, and the shapeless dust to life and youth returns.
Thou hast the spell, the magic power, the heart’s deep founts to move,
To wake the latent ecstacies of Hope, Despair and Love,—
And many a poet’s loveliest dream now bears thy form and face,
Speaks in thy sweet, impassioned voice, and wears thy matchless grace.
To wake the latent ecstacies of Hope, Despair and Love,—
And many a poet’s loveliest dream now bears thy form and face,
Speaks in thy sweet, impassioned voice, and wears thy matchless grace.
