Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere,
She's gone, and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows,
I have gone backward in the work; The labour has not sped; Drowsy and dark my spirit lies,
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high,
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing;
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be,
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by;
Music I love, but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity,
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere,
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice
I will not mourn thee, lovely one, Though thou art torn away. 'Tis said that if the morning sun
In all we do, and hear, and see, Is restless Toil and Vanity; While yet the rolling earth abides,
Why, when I hear the stormy breath Of the wild winter wind Rushing o'er the mountain heath,
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom, And life can shew no joy for me; And I behold a yawning tomb,