Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast Bleeds with the thought we are apart, Whose tears fall vainly and unblest, Whose all--a crushed--a broken heart!
There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past, As the fleeting days that numbered them are dwindling to their last, Like the roses in the autumn that are severed from their stem,...
We were friends, and the warmest of friends, he and I, Each glance was a language that broke from the heart, No cloudlet swept over the realm of the sky, And beneath it we swore that we never would part. ...
Thou'rt gone like the meteor that blazed in the sky, And the spot thou hast smiled upon knows thee no more, Is there no one that heaves o'er thy ashes a sigh? Is there none to regret? Is there none to deplore?...
There's a face that beclouds like a shadow my pathway at morn and eve, There's a form that glides before me which my eyes can never leave, When I pore above the hearth and heavy thoughts my bosom fill,...
The eve is still and silent and above the tinted plain The passing clouds are driving gentle showers of summer rain, And the scent of hay-strewn meadows and the fresh-besprinkled ground...
When the twilight shadows deepen and the far-off lands are dim, And the vesper dirge is stealing like the chant of cherubim, There's a prayer within my bosom that's responsive to the sound,...