Poems (Acton)/Thou art not by my Side
THOU ART NOT BY MY SIDE!(Written to a Melody.)
In the silent summer eve
Does my spirit yearn for thee,
When the soft wind faintly sighs
O'er the calm and silver sea;
And each wave that steals along,
On its crest doth bear with pride,
Beauty meet for poets' song,
Yet thou art not by my side!
Does my spirit yearn for thee,
When the soft wind faintly sighs
O'er the calm and silver sea;
And each wave that steals along,
On its crest doth bear with pride,
Beauty meet for poets' song,
Yet thou art not by my side!
'Mid the varied scenes of earth,
Festal hall or leafy dell,
As a cloudless vision sweet,
Doth thy mem'ry with me dwell;
'Neath the sunny morning light,
Or at balmy eventide,
On my spirit falls a blight,
For thou art not by my side!
H. A.
Festal hall or leafy dell,
As a cloudless vision sweet,
Doth thy mem'ry with me dwell;
'Neath the sunny morning light,
Or at balmy eventide,
On my spirit falls a blight,
For thou art not by my side!
H. A.