Excerpt from The Happy Exile To live Eternally, a voice without a form To wander through the ages o'er the world And still for evermore to be forbid To tell to kindly souls my deathless grief. Even as she spoke I faded from the form Of visible loveliness, and awhile I strayed Unresting o'er the earth. I haunted woods And hollow glens on many a mountain-side; For I might only mock the sounds I heard, Nor ever tell the grief that lived in me Save only when some lonely singer told The sorrows of his heart beneath the stars. Then softly did I sing them o'er again, And made them mine, and sang them o'er again, More softly and more sadly, till they died. For that was the sort of memory he kept of Jessie, though he had seen her face but once without a smile upon it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.