Maria Jane Jewsbury (Мария Джейн Джюсбери)

Where Dwelleth Yesterday?

HOURS, sweet hours, ye are vanished,
Your summer life is dead,
And far away are banished
The gay delights ye shed!
Ye are dwelling with the faded flowers,
Ye are with the suns long set,
But oh! your memory, gentle hours,
Is a living vision yet.
Peace, lovely hours, bright peace,
Although ye ne'er return,
And thoughts as when the glorious cease,
Before your memory worn.
Where were the endless river,
Did not the rill flow on?
And where Heaven's blest "for ever,"
If life's hours ne'er were gone?

1. Lines Written after Reading Sir Edward Seaward's Narrative
2. King Herod’s Oath
3. A Summer Eve’s Vision
4. The Oceanides. No. 10. Sunset and Night
5. A Maiden’s Fantasy

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