"Then yonder must I speed,
The bleacher in his need
Is asking help of me;
My shining drops must aid
Till his cloth white is made;
Much work have I, you see.
The bleacher in his need
Is asking help of me;
My shining drops must aid
Till his cloth white is made;
Much work have I, you see.
"Good-bye, my child, good-bye;
No more I pause, but I
Must hasten on my way.
My journey long will be,
Till I the ocean see;
With you I must not stay."
No more I pause, but I
Must hasten on my way.
My journey long will be,
Till I the ocean see;
With you I must not stay."
A TRIOLET
'Tis a cold, windy night,
But the stars are all out;
They are many and bright,—
'Tis a cold, windy night.
Each clear, sparkling light
Bids my heart banish doubt;
'Tis a cold, windy night,
But the stars are all out.
But the stars are all out;
They are many and bright,—
'Tis a cold, windy night.
Each clear, sparkling light
Bids my heart banish doubt;
'Tis a cold, windy night,
But the stars are all out.