A Celebration of Women Writers

"Kindred Hearts" by Felicia Hemans (1793 - 1835)
This Edition: Hemans, Felicia Dorothea. The Poetical Works of Felicia Dorothea Hemans London: Oxford University Press, 1914. pp. 394-395.

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Kindred Hearts

OH! ask not, hope thou not too much
  Of sympathy below;
Few are the hearts whence one same touch
  Bids the sweet fountains flow:
Fewand by still conflicting powers
  Forbidden here to meet
Such ties would make this life of ours
  Too fair for aught so fleet.

It may be that thy brother's eye
  Sees not as thine, which turns
In such deep reverence to the sky,
  Where the rich sunset burns:
It may be, that the breath of spring,
  Born amidst violets lone,
A rapture o'er thy soul can bring
  A dream, to his unknown.

The tune that speaks of other times
  A sorrowful delight!
The melody of distant chimes,
  The sound of waves by night,
The wind that, with so many a tone,
  Some chord within can thrill,
These may have language all thine own,
  To him a mystery still.

Yet scorn thou not, for this, the true
  And steadfast love of years;
The kindly, that from childhood grew,
  The faithful to thy tears!
If there be one that o'er the dead
  Hath in thy grief borne part,
And watch'd through sickness by thy bed,
  Call his a kindred heart!

But for those bonds all perfect made,
  Wherein bright spirits blend,
Like sister flowers of one sweet shade,
  With the same breeze that bend,
For that full bliss of thought allied,
  Never to mortals given,
Oh! lay thy lovely dreams aside,
  Or lift them unto Heaven.

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