My heart beat thick, my head grew hot; a sound filled my ears which I deemed the rustling of wings; something seemed near me." {4} "From that time," Mary adds, "her imaginations became gloomy or frightful; she could not help it, nor help thinking.

She could not forget the gloom, could not sleep at night, nor attend in the day.
"She told me that one night, sitting alone, about this time, she heard a voice repeat these lines: "'Come thou high and holy feeling, Shine o'er mountain, flit o'er wave, Gleam like light o'er dome and shielding.' "There were eight or ten more lines which I forget.

She insisted that she had not made them, that she had heard a voice repeat them.

It is possible that she had read them, and unconsciously recalled them.

They are not in the volume of poems which the sisters published.