Around me faded lies;
Therefore, remembering what hath been,
I ask, is this mine early paradise?
It is, it is—but Thou art gone;
Or if the trembling shade
Breathe yet of thee, with alter’d tone
Thy solemn whisper shakes a heart dismay’d.
[431] Suggested by the late Mrs Fletcher’s story of The Lost Life, published in the Amulet for 1830.
TROUBADOUR SONG.
They rear’d no trophy o’er his grave,