Never a word from the lost, lost one!
Not even in midnight dreams,
Not even in midnight dreams.
Oh, could it only be!
Send me a token! waken a thrill
Of the old-time ecstasy!
Vain it is! wild it is! I will be still,
Dead feet never come back !
Why should they stray to the world again,
Out of the hcavenly track?
Out of the heavenly track?
Ah, sinks my heart like a stone!
Thou art resting in paradise, --
I am wandering alone!
THE ASPHODEL.
A fairy queen, one radiant night,
Strayed from her fabled sphere,
Down through the crimson clouds that olled
The mellow atmosphere;
She saw this earth hung like a lamp
In the great silent void,
A miracle of wondrous form,
A finger-mark of God.
She folded up her breezy wings
To visit this new land,
And sank upon a sea-weed leaf
Down on the harbor sand;
