But he spoke to re-assure me, And he kissed my pallid brow While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token That proves me happy now! Would God I could awaken! For I dream I know not how ! And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken, Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now. TO F BELOVED! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path(Drear path, alas ! where grows Not even one lonely rose) My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms-but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile. |