To Mrs. Norton by Frances Anne Kemble
I never shall forget thee—’tis a word
Thou oft nust hear, for surely there be none
On whom thy wondrous eyes have ever shone
But for a moment, or who e’er have heard
Thy voice’s deep impassioned melody,
Can lose the memory of that look or tone.
But, not as these, do I say unto thee,
I never shall forget thee:—in thine eyes,
Whose light, like sunshine, makes the world rejoice,
A stream of sad and solemn splendour lies,
And there is sorrow in thy gentle voice.
Thou art not like the scenes in which I found thee,
Thou art not like the beings that surround thee,
To me thou art a dream of hope and fear,
Yet why of fear?—oh sure! the Power that lent
Such gifts, to make thee fair, and excellent,
Still watches one whom it has deigned to bless
With such a dower of grace and loveliness,
Over the dangerous waves ’twill surely steer
The richly freighted bark, through storm and blast,
And guide it safely to the port at last.
Such is my prayer, ’tis warm as ever fell
From off my lips: accept it, and farewell!
And though in this strange world where first I met thee,
We meet no more—I never shall forget thee.