Maria Gowen Brooks

Thy home seemed not of earth - so blest But there has fall'n a shaft of fate The dove is stricken; and the nest

Thou with the dark blue eye upturned to heaven, And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow, Daughter of God,--most dear,--

CANTO I. I. The time has been--this holiest records say--

Thou who wert born of Psyche and of Love And fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored!

To meet a friendship such as mine Such feelings must thy heart refine As seldom mortal mind gives birth,