Ask'st thou my home?-my pathway wouldst thou know, <br />When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd? <br />Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below? <br />Had I not liv'd and lov'd?-my lot was cast. <br /> <br />Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone, <br />That melting into song her soul away, <br />Gave the spring-breeze what witch'd thee in its tone? <br />-But while she lov'd, she liv'd, in that deep lay! <br /> <br />Think'st thou my heart its lost one hath not found? <br />-Yes! we are one, oh! trust me, we have met, <br />Where nought again may part what love hath bound, <br />Where falls no tear, and whispers no regret. <br /> <br />There shalt thou find us, there with us be blest, <br />If as our love thy love is pure and true! <br />There dwells my father, sinless and at rest, <br />Where the fierce murderer may no more pursue. <br /> <br />And well he feels, no error of the dust <br />Drew to the stars of Heaven his mortal ken, <br />There it is with us, ev'n as is our trust, <br />He that believes, is near the holy then. <br /> <br />There shall each feeling beautiful and high, <br />Keep the sweet promise of its earthly day; <br />-Oh! fear thou not to dream with waking eye! <br />There lies deep meaning oft in childish play.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thekla-s-song-or-the-voice-of-a-spirit/
