Its radiant smile and eyes of light
But mock me in my sorrow’s night—
I cannot bid it stay.
Too like it is, sweet one, to thee—
And oh! I cannot bear to see
That smile’s unbroken ray.
But hush, my heart! And would I, then,
Make thee a child of grief again,
And shroud thy boundless, starry ken
In Time’s bewildering night.