Can win thee back from visionary strife!—
Oh, shall my soul, thus waken’d to rejoice,
Start from the dreamlike wilderness of life?
THE CHARMED PICTURE.
“Oh! that those lips had language! Life hath pass’d
With me but roughly since I saw thee last.”
Cowper.
Thine eyes are charm’d—thine earnest eyes—
Thou image of the dead!
A spell within their sweetness lies,