And soul-enlighted face of her
Whose image is my heart’s ideal.
Ah yes! to-night as I sit and write
Sweet visions come before my eyes.
Sweet visions only! and like lights
Along the shore they fall and rise.
Who are they? Friends of my happy days,
The friends of my childhood, boyhood, youth,
And later age. Yet none there are,
I fear, I ever loved in truth.