Still I dream’d not, angel sister!
’Twas my last sweet walk with thee.
Evergreens were spreading o’er us,
With their cool embow’ring shade;
Hoary mosses waved before us,
And a graceful drapery made:
While the gliding waters bore us
Many a tuneful serenade.
Pearly tears, in silence starting,
Told the heart’s deep seated gloom,