Poems (E. L. F.)/Dreamy lines

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DREAMY LINES.
1846.The heart is not always gay, Though the sun shines brightly o'er us;And the flush of the new-born day Tells of the joys before us.
There will come, from the spirit's cell, A shade o'er the trembling heart;And we cannot tell whence, or how, But it darkens life's better part.
And the tear or the sigh will take Its tone from the saddened soul,Till the spirit of beauty wake The heart 'neath its soft control.
The mind, in its weariness, feels The weight of a loneliness deep: ​Oh! what is this spirit that steals From the bosom its loveliest sleep?
I know not: but yet I have felt This sadness the voice cannot tell;And the gloom o'er my spirit dwelt With a weary and heart-sick'ning spell.
There are bosoms that never throbbed— There are hearts that never knewThis hour of the shadowing forth, Sad heritage of the few.
Oh! are there not griefs enough% Real, living, sad as true—That the heart claims kindred with, But mind must create anew?
But such is my spirit's frame— This shade o'er my heart's young life;And the past and the present agree To tell of the future's strife.
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