Winds are sighing round the drooping eaves; Sadly float the midnight hours away; Dun and grey athwart the ivy-leaves, Fall the first pale chilly tints of day, Ah me! the weary, weary tints of day. ...
It was too sweet--such dreams do ever fade When Sorrow shakes the sleeper from his rest-- Life still to me hath been a masquerade, Woe in Mirth's wildest, gayest mantle drest,...
Turn thine eyes from me, Angel of Heaven-- Read not my soul, Angel of Heaven-- Sorrow is steeping my pale cheeks with weeping, Evermore keeping her wand on my heart,...
My little bark glides steadily along, Still and unshaken as a summer dream; And never falls the oar into the stream, For 'tis but morning, and the current strong; So let the ripples bear me as they will;...
The sun is slowly sinking in the West; The plough lies idle, and the weary team, Cool'd with the freshness of the shallow stream, Over the meadows hasten to their rest;...
The Land stood still to listen all that day, And 'mid the hush of many a wrangling tongue, Forth from the cannon's mouth the signal rung, That from the earth a man had pass'd away--...
Across the mountains and the hills, Across the valleys and the swelling seas, By lakes and rivers whose deep murmur fills Earth's dreams with sweet prophetic melodies, Together have we come unto this place,...
How light and pleasant is the way Across this quiet valley, whose soft mead Springs lightly as the air that angels tread, Beneath our footsteps weariless all day! This crystal river flowing by our side,...
Where art thou, oh! my Beautiful? Afar I seek thee sadly, till the day is done, And o'er the splendour of the setting sun, Cold, calm, and silvery, floats the evening star;...