Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 6, December 1852 - Various - Страница 4

Hours of lonely musing

  Sometimes thou must have,

When, of toil a-weary,

  Rest thy soul doth crave.

Then, if I were near thee,

  Care would be forgot,

And obtrusive sorrows

  Be as they were not.

Thoughts and themes of beauty,

  Rising wild and free,

Would our converse gladden

  Were I but with thee!

Thou wouldst bear my spirit

  To thy shadow-land,

Where bright shapes of beauty

  Spring, a glorious band.

Their harmonious motions,

  As the wild waves free,

Would enchain our spirits

  Were I but with thee!

I would bear thee onward

  To my realms of life,

Where with joy transcendent

  All the scenes are rife,

In that glorious dream-land,

  On that magic sea,

It were nearer heaven

  Were I but with thee!