I sighed for pleasures far away!
Gay birds around sang many a song,
And cheerful notes rang loud and long—
But oh, my heart tuned every lay
To plaintive airs of “far away!”
The brook came laughing down the dell,
Yet sad to me its joyous swell;
And though its chime made others gay,
I only thought of “far away!”
And now, returned, how dear the hours,