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Sunday, 2 September 2018

Lines at Night by Juliet Hamersley Lewis Campbell

I have wander’d in the moonlight,
And my brow has met the breeze,
With its forest-freight of odours,
And its soughing like the seas.
I have listen’d to the night-bird,
As she chaunts her mellow lay;
But my heart is very heavy,
And I would be far away.

The breeze may journey onward
With its restless, rustling wings;
The bird may ease her bosom,
When her sadden’d lay she sings;
But my sorrow must be voiceless,
Or but spoken when I pray,
And I linger here, a captive,
When I would be far away!

The rude old church seems frowning
As it looms upon my eyes,
With its corner-stone deep buried,
While its spire is in the skies.
List, a moral I will read you,
From this temple, quaint and gray;
Though the clod must seek the valley,
Lo, the soul shall soar away!

I would step into the church-yard,
But at every sleeper’s head
Stands a tombstone, cold and pallid,
Like the spirit of the dead.
And I almost see them beckon me,
I almost hear them say,—
“There is rest with us, oh! mortal,
Come away, then, come away!”

From: May, Caroline (ed.), The American Female Poets: with Biographical and Critical Notices, 1848, Lindsay & Blakiston: Philadelphia, pp. 487-488.

Date: 1848

By: Juliet Hamersley Lewis Campbell (1823-1898)