Flood my soul with pearly rays,
Harbingers of halcyon days—
Cometh he to-night?
Flowers that lade the zephyr’s fleetness
With the burden of your sweetness,
Cheer me, calm and bright.
Sweet as you my thoughts shall spring,
When his soft-tongued whispering
Breathes o’er me to-night.
Fickle he as swallow’s glancing;