The forest top are richer tints. When each
Succeeding day the sunlight brighter seems,
And ev’ry night a fairer beauty shines
From all the stars....
Likewise, this rather melancholy effusion, entitled “Waiting”:
Love, sweet Love, I’m waiting for thee,
And my heart is wildly beating
At the joyous thought of meeting
With its kindred heart so dear.
Love, I’m waiting for thee here.