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A poet's love.
Never a sound through the even dim
Came half so soft as thy vesper hymn,
Came half so soft as thy vesper hymn,
I have followed, fast, from the lark's low nest,
Thy breezy step to the mountain crest.
The livelong day I have wandered on,
Till the stars were up, and the twilight gone,
Ever unwearied where thou hast roved,
Fairest, and purest, and best beloved!
I have felt thy kiss in the leafy aisle,
And thy breath astir in my floating hair;
I have met the light of thy haunting smile
In the deep still woods, and the sunny air;
For thou lookest down from the bending skies,
And the earth is glad with thy laughing eyes.
Thy breezy step to the mountain crest.
The livelong day I have wandered on,
Till the stars were up, and the twilight gone,
Ever unwearied where thou hast roved,
Fairest, and purest, and best beloved!
I have felt thy kiss in the leafy aisle,
And thy breath astir in my floating hair;
I have met the light of thy haunting smile
In the deep still woods, and the sunny air;
For thou lookest down from the bending skies,
And the earth is glad with thy laughing eyes.
When my heart is sad, and my pulse beats low,
Whose touch so light on my aching brow?
Who cometh in dreams to my midnight sleep?
Who bendeth over my noonday rest?
Who singeth me songs in the forest deep.
Laying my head to her gentle breast?
Whose touch so light on my aching brow?
Who cometh in dreams to my midnight sleep?
Who bendeth over my noonday rest?
Who singeth me songs in the forest deep.
Laying my head to her gentle breast?
