Thine eyes with deepening azure smile—
Beyond the hills a line of blue
Recalls the sunlit morning’s dew.
On either side thy thoughtful brow
Thy golden hair is floating free—
Yon golden cloud is fair to see—
As floating from the purple West,
Its glory slowly gathers dun
And fadeth with the fading sun.
Ah! was it all an idle dream?
A fleeting sunset fed my thought,
And all this cloudy vision wrought?
Or does the maiden somewhere bloom
Whom Nature cannot paint aright
Her beauty is so passing bright?
COMING—COME
HOW dreary are the crowded streets
With not a soul abroad!
How sunless is the sunny sky!
No fire on hearth, no mirth at board!
How long the nights, how slow the day!
My love’s away! My love’s away!
How gay the crowded city streets!
How cheerily shines the sun!
Dances the fire, and round the board
From lip to lip the greetings run!
No longer in the dumps I roam—
My love’s come home! My love’s come home!