Alas, the Spirit lingers, but its hand
No more the barque sustains. The daring youth
Has seized the helm, and deeper launches forth,
His eye amid illusions of ideal land-
Bright castles, built in air, fame, glory, worth,
Fabrics, that still receding, seem to stand;
He sports no more mid blossoms of green earth;
He hears no more the music of his birth;
The future lures him, pinnacles and towers,
And half he chides the lagging of the hours,
Unheeds their sunshine, blessedness and mirth;
For onward is his course, he asks not where,
Since fancy paints the prospect passing fair.
(Elizabeth Oakes Smith)
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