Felicia Hemans

“ All thy young leaves to spirit-lyres might thrill;
But we—should we not bring
Into thy realms of spring,
The shadows of our souls to haunt us still?
What could thy flowers and airs
Do for our earth-born cares?
Would the world's chain melt off and leave us free?
No!—past each living stream
Still would some fever-dream
Track the lorn wanderers, meet no more for thee!
Should we not shrink with fear,
If Angel-steps were near,
Feeling our burden'd souls within us die? ”