Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Written after Visiting a Tomb near Woodstock
By Felicia Hemans (17931835)I
Where the dust had gathered on Beauty’s brow
Where stillness hung on the heart of Love,
And a marble weeper kept watch above.
Of deep affections that inly wrought,
Troubled, and dreamy, and dim with fear,—
They knew themselves exiled spirits here!
Child of the sunbeam, bright butterfly!
Thou that dost bear, on thy fairy wings,
No burden of mortal sufferings.
Over a bright world of joy and bloom;
And strangely I felt, as I saw thee shine,
The all that severed thy life and mine.
Of love and grief its unfathomed springs;
And quick thoughts wandering o’er earth and sky,
With voices to question eternity!
Like an embodied breeze at play!
Child of the sunlight! thou winged and free!
One moment, one moment, I envied thee!
Thou hast no longings that pine for home;
Thou seek’st not the haunts of the bee and bird,
To fly from the sickness of hope deferred.
No boundless passion, is deeply shrined;
While I, as I gazed on thy swift flight by,
One hour of my soul seemed infinity!
Flowed not her song from a heart that wept?
O Love and Song! though of heaven your powers,
Dark is your fate in this world of ours.
Or ceased from watching thy sunny race,
Thou, even thou, on those glancing wings,
Didst waft me visions of brighter things!
And its flight away o’er the mists of earth,
O, fitly thy path is through flowers that rise
Round the dark chamber where Genius lies!