YE shadowy forms, again ye're drawing
So wont of yore to meet my troubled
Were it in vain to seek to keep you here?
Loves still my heart that dream of
Oh, come then! and in pristine force appear,
Parting the vapor mist that round
My bosom finds its youthful strength again,
Feeling the magic breeze that marks your train.
Ye bring the forms of happy days
And many a shadow loved attends you
Like some old lay, whose dream was well nigh o'er,
First-love appears again, and friendship
Upon life's labyrinthine path once more
Is heard the sigh, and grief revives
The friends are told, who, in their hour of pride,
Deceived by fortune, vanish'd from my side.
No longer do they hear my plaintive
The souls to whom I sang in life's
Scatter'd for ever now the friendly throng,
And mute, alas! each sweet responsive
My strains but to the careless crowd belong,
Their smiles but sorrow to my heart
And all who heard my numbers erst with gladness,
If living yet, roam o'er the earth in sadness.
Long buried yearnings in my breast
Yon calm and solemn spirit-realm
Like the AEONIAN harp's sweet melodies,
My murmuring song breathes forth
its changeful strain.
A trembling seizes me, tears fill mine eyes,
And softer grows my rugged heart
All I possess far distant seems to be,
The vanish'd only seems reality.