Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine.
A green isle in the sea love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and Bowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
And all my days are trances,
And aH my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
By what eternal streams!
And all my days are trances,
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams!
TO ONE IN PARADISE
TO ONE IN PARADISE
FOR WHICH MY SOUL DID PINE
TO ONE IN PARADISE
MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES
TO ONE IN PARADISE
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is o'er!
"No more-no more"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Ah! dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the future cries,
"On! on!" - but over the past
My Sp.u`it hovering lies, aghast!
And an my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
By what eternal streams!
And all my days are trances,
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams!
To one in paradise
To one in paradise
To one in paradise
TO ONE IN PARADISE
TO ONE IN PARADISE
FOR WHICH MY SOUL BM PINE
TO ONE IN PARADISE
MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES
TO ONE IN PARADISE
FOR WHICH MY SOUL DID PINE
TO ONE IN PARADISE
MY SPIRIT HOVERING LIES