However this may be,

Comfort her, comfort her, all things good,

While I am over the sea!

Let me and my passionate love go by,

But speak to her all things holy and high, Whatever happen to me!

Me and my harmful love go by;

But come to her waking, find her asleep, Powers of the height, Powers of the deep, And comfort her tho' I die.

III.

COURAGE, poor heart of stone!

I will not ask thee why

Thou canst not understand

That thou art left for ever alone :

Courage, poor stupid heart of stone.—

Or if I ask thee why,

Care not thou to reply:

She is but dead, and the time is at hand

When thou shalt more than die.

IV.

1.

O THAT 'twere possible

After long grief and pain

To find the arms of my true love

Round me once again!

2.

When I was wont to meet her

In the silent woody places

By the home that gave me birth,

We stood tranced in long embraces

Mixt with kisses sweeter sweeter

Than any thing on earth.

3.

A shadow flits before me,

Not thou, but like to thee;

Ah Christ, that it were possible

For one short hour to see

The souls we loved, that they might tell us

What and where they be.

4.

It leads me forth at evening,

It lightly winds and steals

In a cold white robe before me,

When all my spirit reels

At the shouts, the leagues of lights,

And the roaring of the wheels.

5.

Half the night I waste in sighs,

Half in dreams I sorrow after

The delight of early skies;

In a wakeful doze I sorrow

For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,

The delight of low replies.

6.

'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And a dewy splendour falls
On the little flower that clings
To the turrets and the walls;
'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And the light and shadow fleet;
She is walking in the meadow,
And the woodland echo rings ;
In a moment we shall meet;
She is singing in the meadow,

And the rivulet at her feet

H