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A SONG AT DUSK.
I.
Oh, gloomy up the welkin's archThe night in clouds comes striding on,
And gathers Time, on tireless march,
Another day to myriads gone!
The sun, that in his gray robe drest,
Stole down the veiled and dark'ning sky,
Yet shines behind the clouded West,
Where the green hills of childhood lie;
My heart goes with him o'er the sea,
To gaze, with all his beams, on thee!
II.
Turbid and dark with melted snows,The restless waters by me sweep
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Impatient, to their parent deep;
But when the chafing shores are gone
And the blue ocean-wastes expand,
Perchance some storm will bear them on
To break upon my Fatherland!
With them careering, fast and free,
My heart speeds homeward, love, to thee!
III.
I hear the winds of evening moanThrough ivied towers, decayed and old,
Waving their tresses o'er the stone
In desolation, doubly cold;
Yet when o'er thousand leagues they blow,
Beyond this twilight's dusky line,
Their wings may stoop to waken low
The music of our trysting pine,
And, sighing with them in the tree,
My heart would whisper, love, to thee.
Frankfort, Germany, 1845.
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