What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught That from this marred earth Takes its imperfect birth; It was a radiant, heavenly beauty, caught From some far higher sphere,...
On the lone waters' shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o'er I should forget. 'Till the broad foaming surge Warns me to fly, While despair's whispers urge To stay and die....
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the day soared to the sunny west: The moon sits calmly, like a soul at rest,...