Come hither, child, who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me, Thoughts that I would, but cannot quell?
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow; Can we not woo back old delights? The clouds rush dark and wild...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, "To morrow, wake, but dream to-night." Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, A cloud-closed beam of sunshine brought To gleam in open view. ...