For which my soul did pine ——
A green isle in the sea love
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine.
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 o'er the Past
（Dim gulf！） my spirit hovering lies
Mute motionless aghast！
For alas！ alas！ with me
The light of Life is o'er！
No more —— 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！
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams ——
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams.