TO W. P. R.
The links of amity that bindOur souls together evermore,Are forged as strong as those that joinedThe brave and beautiful of yore.Though many a valley-darkening hillAnd ocean billow may divide,My heart retains thine image still,Through every change of time and tide.Though lapsing years are friendship’s bane,And absence brings forgetfulness,Yet these exert their might in vain,They cannot make our love the less.Across the billows of the sea,Where rolls the legend-haunted river,My dreaming spirit flies to thee,Like arrow drawn from Phœbus’ quiver.About thy hearth-stone, dim and cold,Forsaken Lares droop and moan;They miss the faces, that of oldWithin their joyous precincts shone.Full soon the halls of Dis shall hideBoth thee and me and all we love,For, bubbles on a rushing tide,Our evanescent beings move.While yet the stars above us shine,And youth and hope and love remain,O, pilgrim seek thy natal clime,And glad my heart and eyes again!
The links of amity that bindOur souls together evermore,Are forged as strong as those that joinedThe brave and beautiful of yore.Though many a valley-darkening hillAnd ocean billow may divide,My heart retains thine image still,Through every change of time and tide.Though lapsing years are friendship’s bane,And absence brings forgetfulness,Yet these exert their might in vain,They cannot make our love the less.Across the billows of the sea,Where rolls the legend-haunted river,My dreaming spirit flies to thee,Like arrow drawn from Phœbus’ quiver.About thy hearth-stone, dim and cold,Forsaken Lares droop and moan;They miss the faces, that of oldWithin their joyous precincts shone.Full soon the halls of Dis shall hideBoth thee and me and all we love,For, bubbles on a rushing tide,Our evanescent beings move.While yet the stars above us shine,And youth and hope and love remain,O, pilgrim seek thy natal clime,And glad my heart and eyes again!
The links of amity that bindOur souls together evermore,Are forged as strong as those that joinedThe brave and beautiful of yore.
The links of amity that bind
Our souls together evermore,
Are forged as strong as those that joined
The brave and beautiful of yore.
Though many a valley-darkening hillAnd ocean billow may divide,My heart retains thine image still,Through every change of time and tide.
Though many a valley-darkening hill
And ocean billow may divide,
My heart retains thine image still,
Through every change of time and tide.
Though lapsing years are friendship’s bane,And absence brings forgetfulness,Yet these exert their might in vain,They cannot make our love the less.
Though lapsing years are friendship’s bane,
And absence brings forgetfulness,
Yet these exert their might in vain,
They cannot make our love the less.
Across the billows of the sea,Where rolls the legend-haunted river,My dreaming spirit flies to thee,Like arrow drawn from Phœbus’ quiver.
Across the billows of the sea,
Where rolls the legend-haunted river,
My dreaming spirit flies to thee,
Like arrow drawn from Phœbus’ quiver.
About thy hearth-stone, dim and cold,Forsaken Lares droop and moan;They miss the faces, that of oldWithin their joyous precincts shone.
About thy hearth-stone, dim and cold,
Forsaken Lares droop and moan;
They miss the faces, that of old
Within their joyous precincts shone.
Full soon the halls of Dis shall hideBoth thee and me and all we love,For, bubbles on a rushing tide,Our evanescent beings move.
Full soon the halls of Dis shall hide
Both thee and me and all we love,
For, bubbles on a rushing tide,
Our evanescent beings move.
While yet the stars above us shine,And youth and hope and love remain,O, pilgrim seek thy natal clime,And glad my heart and eyes again!
While yet the stars above us shine,
And youth and hope and love remain,
O, pilgrim seek thy natal clime,
And glad my heart and eyes again!