Compared with the bliss that I know when with thee;
I grieve when thou grievest—feel mirthful when gay,
And happy when near thee, and sad when away.
The sunshine is darkened when missing thy smile,
There’s naught then my sorrow and care can beguile;
My path seems deserted, Hope’s pinions are furled,
For thou art my sunshine, my hope, and my world.
I’ve gazed with delight on thy beautiful eyes,
Till words were denied me—I breathed naught but sighs;
I’ve watched thy sweet motions so graceful and light,