THE

HUMAN HEART.

HUMAN HEART. K

"That wondrous mayd her spell-like silence broke,
And ever and anon did swiftly turne

The rustling leaves of her enchanted boke;

The whiles with changeful voice she thence did reade
Of joy, and mortal woe, and troublous feare,
And the sweete patience of unwearied hope.

I tore away the veil-but looked in vain

For her, whose charmed song my soul had drunk;
Nought, save a broken mirrour, met my view,
Sullied, and dimmed with many a mist-like staine,
Reflecting one darke mass-a human hearte."

The Enchantresse.

LONDON:

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1824.