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Lonely to-night, oh, loved one! is our dwelling,

And lone and wearily hath gone the day;

For thou, whose presence like a flood is swelling

With joy my life-tide—thou art far away.

And wearily for me will go the morrow,

While for thy voice, thy smile, I vainly yearn;

Oh, from fond thought some comfort I will borrow,

To wile away the hours till thou return!

I will remember that first, sweet revealing

Wherewith thy love o'er my tranced being stole;

I, like the Pythoness enraptured, feeling

The god divine pervading all my soul.

I will remember each fond aspiration

In secret milled with thy cherished name,

Till from thy lips, in wildering modulation,

Those words of ecstasy "I love thee!" came.

And I will think of all our blest communing,

And all thy low-breathed words of tenderness;

Thy voice to me its melody attuning

Till every tone seemed fraught with a caress.

And feel thee near me, while in thought repeating

The treasured memories thou alone dost share

Hark! with hushed breath and pulses wildly beating

I hear thy footstep bounding o'er the stair!

And I no longer to my heart am telling

The weary weight of loneliness it bore;

For thou, whose love makes heaven within our dwelling,

Thou art returned, and all is joy once more.

Oh how I loved thee! how I blessed the hour,

When first thy lips, wak'ning my trusting heart,

Like some soft southern gale upon a flower,

Into a blooming hope, murmured "we ne'er will part."

Never to part! alas! the lingering sound

Thro' the sad echoes of pale Memory's cave,

Startles once more the hope my young soul found,

Into bright hues, but, only for the grave ...

Must we then part! ah, till this heavy hour,

Fraught with the leaden weight of sorrowing years,

I could have stemmed grief's tide like some light shower,

Where shows a rainbow hope to quell all idle fears.

But the dim phantoms of o'er shadowed pleasures,

Gleaming thro' gathering mists that cloud my heart,

Lend but a transient ray, those fragile treasures—

And heavier darkness falls to gloom the thought "We part!"