WHEN SOFT STARS.
When soft stars are peeping
Through the pure azure sky
And southern gales sweeping
Their warm breathings by,
Like sweet music pealing
Far o'er the blue sea
There comes o'er me stealing
Sweet memories of thee.
Through the pure azure sky
And southern gales sweeping
Their warm breathings by,
Like sweet music pealing
Far o'er the blue sea
There comes o'er me stealing
Sweet memories of thee.
The bright rose when faded
Flings forth o'er its tomb
Its velvet leaves laded
With silent perfume:
Thus round me will hover
In grief, or in glee,
Till Life's dream be over,
Sweet memories of thee.
Flings forth o'er its tomb
Its velvet leaves laded
With silent perfume:
Thus round me will hover
In grief, or in glee,
Till Life's dream be over,
Sweet memories of thee.
As a sweet lute, that lingers
In silence alone,
Unswept by light finger,
Scarce murmurs a tone,
In silence alone,
Unswept by light finger,
Scarce murmurs a tone,
