Ere the shadow of a cloud comes o’er him,
By that strain the youth in joy is led:
Come away!
Slowly, sadly, heavy change is falling
O’er the sweetness of the voice within;
Yet its tones, on restless manhood calling,
Urge the hunter still to chase, to win:
Come away!
Come away!—the heart at last forsaken,
Smile by smile, hath proved each hope untrue;