Untitled Poem To A Lost Love
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping,
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to
And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky!
Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear
When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison
I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.