You must hasten, O! my Phantoms. By Lady Seymour. 1906.

For Sale is a Full Page removed from "The Throne, September 1st, 1906," showing the Following Poem written by Lady Elizabeth Seymour.
(From the French).

                               You must hasten, O! my Phantoms.
Oh! my soul is like a dovecot,
filled with wings that gleam and flitter
Every moment hies some messenger away;
to their home the doves return,
But my soul is void and bitter, 
its phantasies and longings flown for aye!

for the heavens once so radiant,
now grow dim behind their legions,
from this world to other realms they swiftly fly;
Seeking vainly, for some resting-place
Beyond these earthly regions, 
for a haven, and for Love, before they die!

You must hasten, O! my phantoms,
Do not loiter idly dreaming,
Or never will you reach the longed-for shore.
the nest nowholds but broken shells, 
their fragments whitely gleaming,
Like speeding dove, fly forth mysoul, and tarry here no more!

Condition is Very Good.