LADY OF POLAND.
193
"My gallant brother's arm upheld me, while
Brig lit shone our summer sun;
Fearless of heart! when will you once more smile
Upon your cherished one?
Brig lit shone our summer sun;
Fearless of heart! when will you once more smile
Upon your cherished one?
"Familiar voices oft in other times
Have risen upon the air,
When the sweet music of the evening-chimes
Invited us to prayer.
Have risen upon the air,
When the sweet music of the evening-chimes
Invited us to prayer.
"And therefore do their sounds bring to my heart
Memories that will not sleep,
And recollections that will not depart;
And therefore do I weep.
Memories that will not sleep,
And recollections that will not depart;
And therefore do I weep.
"Hands that have clasped mine own in other days,
Have grasped the sword instead;
Brows that were made to wear the soldier's bays,
Have fallen among the dead.
Have grasped the sword instead;
Brows that were made to wear the soldier's bays,
Have fallen among the dead.
"Bloom and decay and life and death and all
That makes our being bright,
Or wraps it in a dark, funereal pall,
Have passed before my sight.
That makes our being bright,
Or wraps it in a dark, funereal pall,
Have passed before my sight.
"Still in my dreams I hear the conqueror's tread
Sounding across the deep!
Let, then, lost Poland's daughter mourn her dead,
Let the lone exile weep."
Sounding across the deep!
Let, then, lost Poland's daughter mourn her dead,
Let the lone exile weep."
