Felicia Hemans

“ The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 39, Pages 410-411
Sister! since I met thee last.
Sister! since I met thee last,
O'er thy brow a change hath pass'd;
In the softness of thine eyes
Deep and still a shadow lies;
From thy voice there thrills a tone
Never to thy childhood known;
Through thy soul a storm hath moved,—
Gentle sister! thou hast loved!
Yes! thy varying cheek hath caught
Hours too bright from troubled thought;
Far along the wandering stream
Thou art followed by a dream;
In the woods and valleys lone,
Music haunts thee, not thine own. ”