Poems (Eddy)/I'm Sitting Alone
'M sitting alone where the shadows fallIn somber groups at the vesper-call, Where tear-dews of night seek the loving rose, Her bosom to fill with mortal woes.
I'M SITTING ALONE
'M sitting alone where the shadows fallIn somber groups at the vesper-call, Where tear-dews of night seek the loving rose, Her bosom to fill with mortal woes. I'm waiting alone for the bridal hour Of nymph and naiad from woodland bower; Till vestal pearls that on leaflets lay, Ravished with beauty the eye of day.
I'm watching alone o'er the starlit glow, O'er the silv'ry moon and ocean flow; And sketching in light the heaven of my youth—Its starry hopes and its waves of truth.
I'm dreaming alone of its changeful sky—What rainbows of rapture floated by! Of a mother's love, that no words could speak When parting the ringlets to kiss my cheek.
I'm thinking alone of a fair young bride, The light of a home of love and pride; How the glance of her husband's watchful eye Turned to his star of idolatry.
I'm picturing alone a glad young face, Upturned to his mother's in playful grace; And the unsealed fountains of grief and joy That gushed at the birth of that beautiful boy.
I'm weeping alone that the vision is fled, The leaves all faded, the fruitage shed, And wishing this earth more gifts from above, Our reason made right and hearts all love.
Lynn, Mass., September 3, 1866 .