 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
52
A SONG.
[To dream by day more than by night—]
To dream by day more than by night—
To see but one sweet face;
To chafe at Time's too rapid flight—
To curse his limping pace;
Be faint with joy—be wild with woe—
Be raised the stars above—
To fall as deep the earth below,
This, this it is to love!
To see but one sweet face;
To chafe at Time's too rapid flight—
To curse his limping pace;
Be faint with joy—be wild with woe—
Be raised the stars above—
To fall as deep the earth below,
This, this it is to love!
As from a fevered sleep to start,
Your eyes around to cast,
In search of aught which to the heart
May realize the past;
A tress of hair—a withered flower—
The fragment of a glove—
Alone remain in that dark hour
Of all your dream of love!
Your eyes around to cast,
In search of aught which to the heart
May realize the past;
A tress of hair—a withered flower—
The fragment of a glove—
Alone remain in that dark hour
Of all your dream of love!
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |