The tones that breathed of yore
In thy lone murmurs, once again restore!
Where have they vanished all?—
Only the heedless winds in answer sigh—
Still rushing at thy call,
With reckless sweep the streamlet flashes by!
And idle as the air,
Or fleeting stream, my soul’s insatiate prayer!
Home of sweet thoughts—farewell!
Where’er through changeful life my lot may be,