Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
'On! on!'--but over the Past
my sprit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is over!
'No more--no more--no more--'
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
'On! on!'--but over the Past
my sprit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is over!
'No more--no more--no more--'
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
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