100
poems.
BELOVED, WHEN WAKING.
(written for insertion in a tale.)
Beloved, when waking,
As the bright morn is breaking,
And heralds the sun from the sea,
And when that orb's sinking,
O then I am thinking,
Mine own love, my true love, of thee.
As the bright morn is breaking,
And heralds the sun from the sea,
And when that orb's sinking,
O then I am thinking,
Mine own love, my true love, of thee.
And when the day closes,
And nature reposes,
And bright shines the moon in the sky,
The evening-star's glowing,
And zephyrs are blowing,
For thee mine own love do I sigh.
And nature reposes,
And bright shines the moon in the sky,
The evening-star's glowing,
And zephyrs are blowing,
For thee mine own love do I sigh.
In that peaceful hour,
When on the sweet flow'r
The pure dew descends from above;
And the moon's silver beam
Bests so bright on the stream,
No more I behold thee, my love.
When on the sweet flow'r
The pure dew descends from above;
And the moon's silver beam
Bests so bright on the stream,
No more I behold thee, my love.
Oh, when echoes awake,
And the sweet silence break,
As the rippl'd waves dash on the shore,
Then I seek the deep shade,
Lest my grief be betray'd,
And weep, for I see thee no more!
And the sweet silence break,
As the rippl'd waves dash on the shore,
Then I seek the deep shade,
Lest my grief be betray'd,
And weep, for I see thee no more!
