Poems (Baldwyn)/Beloved, when Waking

by Augusta Baldwyn

BELOVED, WHEN WAKING.

(written for insertion in a tale.)

  Beloved, when waking,
  As the bright morn is breaking,
And heralds the sun from the sea,
  And when that orb's sinking,
  O then I am thinking,
Mine own love, my true love, of thee.

  And when the day closes,
  And nature reposes,
And bright shines the moon in the sky,
  The evening-star's glowing,
  And zephyrs are blowing,
For thee mine own love do I sigh.

  In that peaceful hour,
  When on the sweet flow'r
The pure dew descends from above;
  And the moon's silver beam
  Bests so bright on the stream,
No more I behold thee, my love.

  Oh, when echoes awake,
  And the sweet silence break,
As the rippl'd waves dash on the shore,
  Then I seek the deep shade,
  Lest my grief be betray'd,
And weep, for I see thee no more!