ARCHES' deep and dark Pavilion,
Hide, O hide me in thy shade,
For a thorn has pierced my bosom,
In the hawthorn where I strayed.
THE NIGHTINGALE'S CRY.
ARCHES' deep and dark Pavilion,Hide, O hide me in thy shade,
For a thorn has pierced my bosom,
In the hawthorn where I strayed.
Tosses now my heart in anguish,
Dark as night, and no relief;
Come and sing, bring back life's morrow,
Hush to rest this bitter grief.
Dark as night, and no relief;
Come and sing, bring back life's morrow,
Hush to rest this bitter grief.
O return, my wandering love-mate,
Woo me, win me with thy song,
Till the silent dark Pavilion,
Echoes as thy notes prolong.
Woo me, win me with thy song,
Till the silent dark Pavilion,
Echoes as thy notes prolong.
And I answer in Love's panting,
Come, O come back to the nest,
Take this thorn from out my bosom,
Heal the wound upon thy breast.
Come, O come back to the nest,
Take this thorn from out my bosom,
Heal the wound upon thy breast.
Come, O come, my wandering Love-mate,
Heal this thorn-wound in my breast,
Come! I cry, O come my wanderer,
Back into the lonely nest.
Heal this thorn-wound in my breast,
Come! I cry, O come my wanderer,
Back into the lonely nest.
Bellagio, 1861.