Are turned to mists of rainbow dreams.
Ah hush! she charms us well!
“All thy hurts I balm and bind;
All thy heart’s loves thou shalt find!”
Yea, this she murmurs, best of all:
“It was not loss that did befall!
All thy joys are put away;
They shall be thine another day!”
Ah hush! the sea is kind!
She sang; she trembled like a lyre;