THOU wast that all to me love

    For which my soul did pine ——

    A green isle in the sea love

    A fountain and a shrine

    All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers

    And all the flowers were mine.

    Ah dream too bright to last！

    Ah starry Hope！ that didst arise

    But to be overcast！

    A voice from out the Future cries

    "On！ on！" —— but o'er the Past

    （Dim gulf！） my spirit hovering lies

    Mute motionless aghast！

    For alas！ alas！ with me

    The light of Life is o'er！

    No more —— no more —— no more ——

    （Such language holds the solemn sea

    To the sands upon the shore）

    Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree

    Or the stricken eagle soar！

    And all my days are trances

    And all my nightly dreams

    Are where thy grey eye glances

    And where thy footstep gleams ——

    In what ethereal dances

    By what eternal streams.