Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. |
Stones from The Quarry | ||
HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.
Blotted with holy tears shed long ago,When pain and joy play tricks in youthful eyes
On slender prompting, here before me lies
The page divine, self-opened. Bending low,
I read; and, moved by mingled feelings, flow
Some added tears. Time takes me by surprise.
Thus lies he still in wait; and, if he dries
Some tears, makes others just because 'tis so!
Andromache! those tears of thine still run;
A spring-head of all pity, human love,
And tenderness was struck when they begun,
And flows for ever; for 'tis from above.
Yes! countless hearts have drunk there; Love thence won
A fuller life, at large to breathe and move.
Stones from The Quarry | ||