THE BEREAVED.
The moon within our casement beams,
Our blue-eyed babe hath dropt to sleep,
And I have left it to its dreams,
Amid the shadows deep,
To muse beside the silver tide,
Whose waves are rippling at thy side.
Our blue-eyed babe hath dropt to sleep,
And I have left it to its dreams,
Amid the shadows deep,
To muse beside the silver tide,
Whose waves are rippling at thy side.
It is a still and lovely spot,
Where they have laid thee down to rest,
The white rose and forget-me-not
Bloom sweetly o'er thy breast,
And birds, and streams with liquid lull
Have made the stillness beautiful.
Where they have laid thee down to rest,
The white rose and forget-me-not
Bloom sweetly o'er thy breast,
And birds, and streams with liquid lull
Have made the stillness beautiful.
And softly through the forest-bars
Light, lovely shapes, on glossy plumes,
Float ever in, like winged stars,
Amid the purpling glooms;
Their sweet songs borne from tree to tree,
Thrill the light leaves with melody.
Light, lovely shapes, on glossy plumes,
Float ever in, like winged stars,
Amid the purpling glooms;
Their sweet songs borne from tree to tree,
Thrill the light leaves with melody.
Alas! the very path I trace,
In happier hours, thy footsteps made;
This spot was once thy resting-place,
Within the silent shade;
In happier hours, thy footsteps made;
This spot was once thy resting-place,
Within the silent shade;
