I staid to watch, a little space, Her parted lips if she would sing; The waters closed above her face With many a ring. And still I stay'd a little more, I throw my flow'rs from the shore, When the white cloud reclines On the verge of the sea, I fancy the white cliffs, And dream upon thee ; But the cloud spreads its wings To the blue heav'n and flies. We never shall meet, love, TO AN ABSENTEE. O'ER hill, and dale, and distant sea, Through all the miles that stretch between, My thought must fly to rest on thee, And would, though worlds should intervene. Nay, thou art now so dear, methinks Affection's firm elastic links But bind the closer round the heart. For now we sever each from each, I learn what I have lost in thee; Farewell! I did not know thy worth, SONG. I. THE stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail; The moon is constant to her time; The sun will never fail; But follow, follow round the world, The green earth and the sea; So love is with the lover's heart, Wherever he may be. II. Wherever he may be, the stars The moon will veil her in the shade; The sun will set at night. The sun may set, but constant love Will shine when he's away; So that dull night is never night, And day is brighter day. |