Stanzas

Stanzas

There is a song -

How wildly sweet, we never may forget.

It seals along

Ere the cold tumult of the world is met; It tells of hearts more gay and forms more fair

Than ever crossed us in life's wilderness,

And many a form of loveliness is there

Wooing us to its shadowy caress.

These notes are flying

O'er the young heart while sorrow is afar.

More softly sighing

Than even thy fabled music Chindara; Oh earth for thee but one such strain can bring

One fleeting strain - to bless its pathway cold,

And but one touch draws music from that string The echo of young hearts ere life is old.

Norna

1:13, p. 52

1827.06.08

From the Morning Chronicle