Eonchs of Ruby/To Isa in Heaven

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"Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven!—Young.


Where is she now?
Oh! Isa! tell me where thou art?
If Death has laid his hand upon thy brow,
Has he not touched my heart?
Has he not laid it in the grave with thine,
And buried all my joys?—Speak! thou art mine!


If thou were dead,
I would not ask thee to reply;
But thou art living—thy dear soul has fled
To heaven, where it can never die!
Then why not come to me? Return—return,
And comfort me, for I have much to mourn!


I sigh all day!
I mourn for thee the livelong night!
And when the next night comes, thou art away,
And so is absent my delight!
Oh! as the lone dove for his absent mate,
So is my soul for thee disconsolate!


I long for death—
For any thing—to be with thee!
I did inhale, alas! thy dying breath,
That it might have some power on me
To make me what thou art!—but, thou art dead!
And I am here!—it strengthened me instead!


Joy there is none—
It went into the grave with thee!
And Grief, because my spirit is alone,
Is all that comes to comfort me!
The very air I breathe is turned to sighs,
And all mine soul is melting from mine eyes!


I hear, at even,
The liquid carol of the birds;
Their music makes me think of thee in Heaven,
It is so much like thy sweet words.
The brooklet whispers, as it runs along,
Our first love-story with its liquid tongue.


Wake, Isa! wake!
And come back in this world again!
Oh! come down to me, for my soul's dear sake,
And cure me of this trying pain!
I would give all that earth to man can be,
If thou wert only in this world with me!


Day after day
I seek thee, but thou art not near!
I sit down by thy grave in the cold clay,
And listen for thy soul!—oh! dear!
And when some withered leaf falls from the tree,
I start as if thy soul had spoke to me!


And so it is,
And so it evermore must ever be
To him, who has been robbed of all the bliss
He ever knew, by losing thee!
For Misery, in thine absence, is my wife!
What Joy had been, hadst thou remained in life!


It is now even!
The birds have sung themselves to sleep;
And all the stars seem coming out of Heaven,
As if to look upon me weep!—
Oh! let me not look up to thee in vain,
But come back to me in this world again!