Felicia Hemans

“ From those that are leaving their Highland home,
For a world far over the blue sea's foam:
"We return no more!" and through cave and dell
Mournfully wanders that wild Farewell.
"We return—we return—we return no more!"
—So breathe sad voices our spirits o'er,
Murmuring up from the depths of the heart,
Where lovely things with their light depart;
And the inborn sound hath a prophet's tone,
And we feel that a joy is for ever gone. ”