HOPELESS LOVE.
The trembling waves beneath the moonbeams quiver
Reflecting back the blue, unclouded skies;
The stars look down upon the still bright river,
And smile to see themselves in paradise;
Sweet songs are heard to gush from joyous bosoms,
That lightly throb beneath the greenwood tree,
And glossy plumes float in amid the blossoms,
And all around are happy—all but me!
Reflecting back the blue, unclouded skies;
The stars look down upon the still bright river,
And smile to see themselves in paradise;
Sweet songs are heard to gush from joyous bosoms,
That lightly throb beneath the greenwood tree,
And glossy plumes float in amid the blossoms,
And all around are happy—all but me!
And yet, I come beneath the light, that trembles
O'er these dim paths, with listless steps to roam,
For here my bursting heart no more dissembles,
My sad lips quiver, and the tear-drops come;
I come once more to list the low- voiced turtle,
To watch the dreamy waters as they flow,
And lay me down beneath the fragrant myrtle,
That drops its blossoms when the west winds blow
O'er these dim paths, with listless steps to roam,
For here my bursting heart no more dissembles,
My sad lips quiver, and the tear-drops come;
I come once more to list the low- voiced turtle,
To watch the dreamy waters as they flow,
And lay me down beneath the fragrant myrtle,
That drops its blossoms when the west winds blow
O! there is one, on whose sweet face I ponder,
One angel-being 'mid the beauteous band,
Who in the evening's hush comes out to wander
Amid the dark-eyed daughters of the land!
One angel-being 'mid the beauteous band,
Who in the evening's hush comes out to wander
Amid the dark-eyed daughters of the land!
