July XXIV.
109
Send the keen rapture of surprise,
A sudden joy through silent hearts,
And shut a smile within mine eyes,
Like one who for his home departs.
A sudden joy through silent hearts,
And shut a smile within mine eyes,
Like one who for his home departs.
Come back! come back! the love and grief,
Poured on thy sleep, may yet be mine,
As late dews mourn the fallen leaf,
That on its sunlight would not shine.
Poured on thy sleep, may yet be mine,
As late dews mourn the fallen leaf,
That on its sunlight would not shine.
