Steals with a soothing power;
’Tis gone—my voice in anguish calls,
But silence on the desert falls.
I gaze on yon sweet moon as erst
We gazed on that dear night
When our deep, parting vows were said
Beneath its mournful light;
And then with tones, low, sweet and clear,
Thou breathest in my ravished ear
And risest on my sight—