WHERE dost thou bide, blessed soul of my love! <br />Is ether thy dwelling, O whisper me where! <br />Rapt in remembrance, while lonely I rove, <br />I gaze on bright clouds, and I fancy thee there. <br /> <br />Or to thy bower when musing I go, <br />I think, 't is thy voice that I hear in the breeze; <br />Softly it seems to speak peace to my woe, <br />And life once again for a moment can please. <br /> <br />If this be phrensy alone, 't is so dear, <br />That long may the pleasing delusion be nigh; <br />Still Ellen's voice in the breeze may I hear, <br />Still see in bright clouds the kind beams of her eye!<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-where-dost-thou-bide/
