 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
TO FLORENCE IN HEAVEN.
“A Seraph in the realms of rest.”
—Rogers.
—Rogers.
Thou wert to me in this dark world so lonely,
Smiling upon me with those eyes of love,
Like some bright star which shines upon me only—
So bright no other seems to shine above.
Smiling upon me with those eyes of love,
Like some bright star which shines upon me only—
So bright no other seems to shine above.
As fades that star whose looks me home have lighted
To joys as pure as its own beams divine—
Leaving me here alone on earth benighted;
So faded from my soul that face of thine!
To joys as pure as its own beams divine—
Leaving me here alone on earth benighted;
So faded from my soul that face of thine!
As some lone traveler, by the night misguided,
Misseth his path when his bright star is gone—
So left, alas! by death from thee divided,
My soul now wanders through this world alone!
Misseth his path when his bright star is gone—
So left, alas! by death from thee divided,
My soul now wanders through this world alone!
Villa Allegra, Ga., Dec. 12, 1842.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |