The day-star of hope 'neath thine eye-lid is sleeping,
No more to arise at the voice of my weeping.
"Oh, how art thou changed, since the light breath of morning
Dispersed the soft dewdrops in showers from the tree!
Like a beautiful bud my lone dwelling adorning,
Thy smiles call'd up feelings of rapture in me:
I thought not the sunbeams all gaily that shone
On thy waking, at night would behold me alone.
"The joy that flash'd out from thy death-shrouded eyes,
That laugh'd in thy dimples, and brighten'd thy cheek,