Those sweet eyes too long have slumber’d.
Falling flower and fading spray,
Tenderly thy kind look noted;—
Did they beckon thee away,
Dear, dear child, to death devoted?
Flowers will bloom where snow-flakes fall;
Birds return;—but thou, oh, never!
Comes no answer to my call;—
Have I lost thee, Love, forever?
Hush, my heart,—it cannot be;—