Sonnet (I cannot part from thee—thine image still)

I cannot part from thee—thine image stillLingers around me with all beauteous things;Whate'er is bright and pine thy memory brings,And life with lovelier dreams 't is thine to fill.In prayer I hear thy accents, soft and deep,Catch from thine eye devotion's holiest glow;In grief thy sighs seem breathing, hushed, and low,Thy soothing tones are round me when I weep.In joy thy smile still beams its gentle light,Radiant with feeling, sympathy,and love;Thy form is round me wheresoe'er I rove,Thy sweet sad gaze still fills my trancëd sight.I cannot part from thee—no, thou art shrinedWith all high, holy visions of my mind.