 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
TO CARIE.
“Je ne vois rein que mecontente
Absent de ma Divinite.”
—M. Noailes to the Princess de Conde.
Absent de ma Divinite.”
—M. Noailes to the Princess de Conde.
Dear Carie! I am all alone,
With no one, now, to comfort me!
The snow-white Dove of Joy has flown
Out of my heart in losing thee!
With no one, now, to comfort me!
The snow-white Dove of Joy has flown
Out of my heart in losing thee!
The Violets reappear in Spring—
The young dove with the new-born year;
But when wilt thou return to bring
Back to my soul all these, my dear?
The young dove with the new-born year;
But when wilt thou return to bring
Back to my soul all these, my dear?
The grief that once in thee was lost,
Returns again to make me pine;
Because the Joy my heart loved most,
Remains away along with thine!
Returns again to make me pine;
Because the Joy my heart loved most,
Remains away along with thine!
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |