A Farewell.
I shall come no more to the Cedar Hall, The fairies' palace beside the stream; Where the yellow sun-rays at morning fall Through their tresses dark, with a mellow gleam. I shall tread no more the thick dewy lawn, When the young moon hangs on the brow of night, Nor see the morning, at early dawn, Shake the fading stars from her robes of light. I shall fly no more on my fiery steed, O'er the springing sward, - through the twilight wood; Nor reign my courser, and check my speed, By the lonely grange, and the haunted flood. At fragrant noon, I shall lie no more 'Neath the oak's broad shade, in the leafy dell: The sun is set, - the day is o'er, - The summer is past; - farewell! - farewell!
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"I shall come no more to the Cedar Hall,..."
This evocative piece by Frances Anne Kemble (Fanny), titled "A Farewell.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...