Felicia Hemans,
Welsh Melodies
(1821)
“ The rush of whose pinion bears onward the storms; Like the sweep of the white-rolling wave was their motion— I felt their dim presence, but knew not their forms! I saw them—the mighty of ages departed— The dead were around me that night on the hill: From their eyes, as they pass'd, a cold radiance they darted,— There was light on my soul, but my heart's blood was chill. I saw what man looks on, and dies—but my spirit Was strong, and triumphantly lived through that hour; And, as from the grave, I awoke to inherit A flame all immortal, a voice, and a power! ”
