Felicia Hemans

“ Thou art come to a home whence the smile hath pass'd,
With the merry voice of song.
For the sunny glance and the bounding heart,
Thou wilt seek—but all are gone;
They are parted ev'n as waters part,
To meet in the deep alone!
And thou—from thy lip is fled the glow,
From thine eye the light of morn;
And the shades of thought o'erhang thy brow,
And thy cheek with life is worn.
Say what hast thou brought from the distant shore,
For thy wasted youth to pay?
Hast thou treasure to bring thee joys once more?
Hast thou vassals to smooth thy way? ”