Felicia Hemans,
Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13 1825
(1825)
“ And farewell, mother!—I have borne in lonely silence long, But now the current of my soul grows passionate and strong! And I will speak, though but the winds that wander through the sky, And but the dark, deep-rustling pines, and rolling streams reply! Yes, I will speak!—within my breast whate'er hath seem'd to be, There lay a hidden fount of love, that would have gush'd for thee! Brightly it would have gush'd; but thou, my mother! thou hast thrown Back on the forests and the wilds, what should have been thine own! ”
