Felicia Hemans,
A Tale of the Secret Tribunal
(1822)
“ Each vow that binds the souls of men, Sworn on the cross, and deeply seal'd By rites that may not be reveal'd? —A breeze's breath, an echo's tone, A passing sound, forgot when gone! Nay, shrink not from me—I would fly, That he by other hands may die! What! think'st thou I would live to trace, Abhorrence in that angel-face? Beside thee should the lover stand, The father's life-blood on his brand? No! I have bade my home adieu, For other scenes mine eyes must view; Look on me, love! now all is known, O Ella! must I fly alone? ”
