 | [Poems by Fields in] The North Star |  |
Oh! ye have crushed the tie
Which bound that pulse; no sigh
Can break the spell;
In vain ye crowd around,
He hears no sob, no sound,
God-like!—Farewell!
Which bound that pulse; no sigh
Can break the spell;
In vain ye crowd around,
He hears no sob, no sound,
God-like!—Farewell!
| [Poems by Fields in] The North Star | |