Your eyes ’tis but shutting, just holding your breath;
Escape to the old days, the days that will keep.
If there’s peace in the mill-pond, so is there in death.
Leap down to me, down to me! Be, as you were,
My nautch-girl, my singer; again let them glance,
Your tomauns, the sun’s largess, that wink and are there,
And gone again, still keeping time as you dance.
Make haste, or it may be I wander again;
It is I, dear, that call you; Youth beckons with me;
Come back to us both, for, in breaking your chain,