II.
He hails me, as I sail along,
In accents clear and free.
I answer in an unknown tongue
And pass on cheerily.
He knows me well, and loves me too—
He watches till I find
His resting place where he may leave
All earthly cares behind.
I visit oft where lovers sit,
I hear their vows of love;
The bright green grass is all below—
The sky of blue above.
And there they sit and talk of love—
As only lovers know;—
They think the world a paradise
And all things bright below.
III.
I visit oft the city’s haunts,—
I raise the dust on high,
And whirl it like a water-wheel,
As ever on I fly.
I play with wigs and hats and cloaks,
And whistle by the house—
Then to a gentle zephyr turn,—
As quiet as a mouse.
Then breaking in an angry fit,
I whistle by the bell
That hangs within the steeple tall—
And sound a faint, low knell.