LEGENDARY BALLADS. ΤΟ THE MISS FEILDINGS, THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED, BY THEIR FAITHFUL FRIEND AND SERVANT, THOMAS MOORE. THE VOICE. It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days, "Alas," sigh'd the maiden, "how fancy can cheat! "The world once had lips that could whisper thus sweet; "But cold now they slumber in yon fatal deep, Where, oh that beside them this heart too could sleep!" She sunk on her pillow-but no, 'twas in vain Oh sleep, come and shield me," in anguish she said, "From that call of the buried, that cry of the Dead!" And sleep came around her-but, starting, she woke, For still from the garden that spirit Voice spoke! "I come," she exclaim'd, "be thy home where it may, On earth or in heaven, that call I obey;" Then forth through the moonlight, with heart beating fast And loud as a death-watch, the pale maiden past. Still round her the scene all in loneliness shone; And still, in the distance, that Voice led her on; But whither she wander'd, by wave or by shore, None ever could tell, for she came back no more. |