Oh, for the time when I shall sle… Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may cover me! No promised heaven these wild desi…

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending

Cold in the earth—and the deep sno… Far, far removed, cold in the drea… Have I forgot, my only Love, to l… Severed at last by Time’s all—sev… Now, when alone, do my thoughts no…

Me thinks this heart should rest a… So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting sm… Nor mirth nor music wakes my Hall… I have sat lonely all the day

How beautiful the Earth is still To thee–how full of Happiness; How little fraught with real ill Or shadowy phantoms of distress; How Spring can bring thee glory y…

Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye would… I never caused a thought of gloom, A smile of joy, since I was born. In secret pleasure, secret tears,

“O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly declining; He cannot leave thee now,

Riches I hold in light esteem; And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn: And if I pray, the only prayer

Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? “An Autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully.… Tell me, what is the present hour?