Richard Henry Horne

"Far out at sea,—the sun was high, While veerd the wind and flapped the sail, We saw a snow-white butterfly Dancing before the fitful gale, Far out at sea."

"On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more."

"The laurel-tree grew large and strong, Its roots went searching deeply down; It split the marble walls of Wrong, And blossomed oer the Despots crown."