Away, away! bear me away, away, Into the boundless void, thou migh… That rushest on thy midnight way, And leav’st this weary world, far,… Away, away! bear me away, away,

Where is thy home in thy promised… Desolate and forsaken! The stranger’s arm hath seized thy… Thou art bowed beneath the strange… And the stranger thy birthright ha…

When ’twas my hap to meet you, for… Our paths together lay—and each on… Heart to feel heart, and thought t… And our brief converse has been as… Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—a…

A bitter cheat!'€”and here at leng… And thou and I, who were to one a… More closely knit than brother is… Shall not be even as two common fr… Never again in our two hearts may…

Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…

By the pure spring, whose haunted… Through thy sequestered dell unto… At sunny noon, I will appear to t… Not troubling the still fount with… As when I last took leave of it,…

A maiden meek, with solemn, steadf… Full of eternal constancy and fait… And smiling lips, through whose so… Truth’s holy voice, with every bal… So journeys she along life’s crowd…

Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…

Short was the season of our interc… And born, it seem’d, of wayward ac… Yet ne’er before was friendship’s… More sorely needed, or more kindly… The wand’ring winds, that seem no…

Written among the Ruins of the So… Thou who within thyself dost not b… Ruins as great as these, though no… Canst scarce through life have tra… Or lack’st the spirit of a pilgrim…

I hear a voice low in the sunset w… Listen, it says: ‘Decay, decay, d… I hear it in the murmuring of the… And the wind sighs it as it flies… Autumn is come; seest thou not in…

Oft let me wander hand in hand wit… In woodland paths, and lone seques… What time the sunny banks and moss… With dewy wreaths of early violets… Into the air their fragrant incens…

Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust, and that dece… Than doubt one heart, that, if bel… Had blessed one’s life with true b… Oh, in this mocking world, too fas…

The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain’s s… We looked into the basin clear, Where sparkles still the gushing t… And watched the crystal current po…

If thou wert standing by yon tide, And I were standing by thy side, Methinks a death I could contrive… Pleasanter than the life I live. For I would lay me at thy feet,