Thine image seems on my soul to break
Like the sweet young moon o’er a gloomy lake,
Filling its depths as the shadows flee,
With beauty and love and melody.
Beautiful girl, thou art far away,
And I know not where thy steps now stray;
But oh! ’tis sweet, it is very sweet,
In the fairy realms of dreams to greet
Thy cheek of roses, thy brow of pearl,
And thy voice of music, beautiful girl.