Ye have a world of light,
Where love in the lov’d rejoices;
But the Blind Girl’s home is the House of Night,
And its Beings are empty voices.
As one in the Realm below,
I stand by the streams of wo;
I hear the vain shadows glide,
I feel their soft breath at my side,
And I thirst the lov’d forms to see,
And I stretch my fond arms around,