Felicia Hemans

“ It is my youth, it is my bloom, it is my glad free heart,
That I cast away for thee—for thee—all reckless as thou art!
With tremblings and with vigils lone, I bind myself to dwell—
Yet, yet I would not change that lot—oh! no—I love too well! ”

“ Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent sounds,
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's* [1] peal is heard—Hunter! thy heart is there!
I know thou lov'st me well, dear friend! but better, better far,
Thou lov'st that wild and haughty life, with rocks and storms at war;
In the green sunny vales with me, thy spirit would but pine,
And yet I will be thine, my love, and yet I will be thine! ”