Felicia Hemans,
Felicia Hemans in The Amulet 1827
(1826)
“ Between the forest and the lake's bright wave; Till, as a wind might stir a wither'd oak, On the deep dream of age his accents broke: And the grey chieftain, slowly rising, said,— "I listened for the words, which years ago Passed o'er these waters: though the voice is fled Which made them as a singing fountain's flow; Yet, when I sit in their long-faded track, Sometimes the forest's murmur gives them back. ”
