Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more? All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, thee All my life's bliss is in the grave with But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy; Cold in the earth-and fifteen wild Then did I learn how existence could Long since, we parted in our careless Heads that I helped to lay prime, On the pillow that lasts for aye. Like summer birds no June shall It is but a little way hasten hither; No more to meet as in that merry time, The sweet spring-time that shone on all together. Some, to the fevered city's toil and grime, And some o'er distant seas, and some-ah! whither? Nay, we shall never meet as in the time, The dear old time when we were all together. To the dreary hill where they lie- Cruel the thought and vain! Done with trouble and care -- Ah, couldst thou come to me, Bird that I loved the best! And some-above their heads, in Wail in chimney and tree wind and rime, Leave the dead to their rest. THE ADIEU. SWEET Falsehoods, fare ye well! this fond heart, dear paramours of A cold, unloving bride Is ever at my side Yet who so pure, so beautiful as Long hath she sought my side, Till, all perforce, she won my spirit And though her glances be But hard and stern to me. At every step I love her more and more. ALONE. A SAD old house by the sea. But to lie, and think of thee |