 | [I wait for thee, in] Elm leaves |  |
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I WAIT FOR THEE.
Calmly the night comes down on all the land,
Faintly the twilight glimmers o'er the sea,
Sadly the lingering ripples kiss the sand,
So sad I pace the beach and wait for thee.
Faintly the twilight glimmers o'er the sea,
Sadly the lingering ripples kiss the sand,
So sad I pace the beach and wait for thee.
Soft steal the muffled inland echoes here,
A sound of church-bells trembles on the lea,—
So softly, muffled memories meet the ear,
And seem to mock me as I wait for thee.
A sound of church-bells trembles on the lea,—
So softly, muffled memories meet the ear,
And seem to mock me as I wait for thee.
Solemnly still the great, calm stars glow on,
And all the broad fair heaven leans silently,
While slumberous Ocean's undulous undertone
Still whispers to me as I wait for thee.
And all the broad fair heaven leans silently,
While slumberous Ocean's undulous undertone
Still whispers to me as I wait for thee.
Upon the strand where life's loud surges beat,
My footsteps follow where my hope must be;
The dull, long days and nights break at my feet—
Must I forever, weeping, wait for thee?
My footsteps follow where my hope must be;
The dull, long days and nights break at my feet—
Must I forever, weeping, wait for thee?
| [I wait for thee, in] Elm leaves | |