University of Virginia Library


85

LONGING.

1

There's tempest in the sky to-night,
There's longing in my heart—
O couldst thou feel its passionate glow,
Now, now, where'er thou art!

2

Lonely I walk the lonely road,
The sea low moans behind,
O'erhead, through glimmering leaves, my soul
Sighs with the sighing wind.

3

Faint balm from ghost-white meadow-sweet,
Wavering the reeds above,
Breathes to my heart how, wert thou here,
I best could speak my love.

86

4

I'd fold thee from the winds away,
My arms thy blissful nest,
Reverently, sadly, tenderly,
To kiss thy warm, sweet breast.