To One In Paradise
To One In Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine
The green isle in the sea, love,
The fountain and the shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last
Ah, starry hope that didst arise
But to be overcast
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On, on", but o'er the Past
Dim gulf, my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er
No more, no more, no more
What language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the eagle soar
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams
By what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
By what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
By what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.