SONG.
I see thee in my dreams,Thou who hast gone before me!And faithful mem’ry seemsMy loved one to restore me!Thou’rt clad in robes of light,Thy face with joy is beaming,Thus, dearest! every night,I see thee when I’m dreaming!The songs we loved so well,I hear my dear one singing,And sweet, o’er hill and dell,Melodious notes are ringing!The tears bedim my sightWhich in my eyes do glisten,While, trembling with delight,I hold my breath to listen.I stretch my arms to thee—But, suddenly awaking,My love no more I see—O!thenmy heart is breaking!But when I think that thouAn angel art in glory,Again to sleep I go,And dreams repeat the story.Though thou hast gone above,And left this world forever,’Tis true, ’tis true, my love!I can forget thee never!Then come in robes of light,Thy face with rapture beaming,And let me, every night,Behold thee when I’m dreaming!
I see thee in my dreams,Thou who hast gone before me!And faithful mem’ry seemsMy loved one to restore me!Thou’rt clad in robes of light,Thy face with joy is beaming,Thus, dearest! every night,I see thee when I’m dreaming!The songs we loved so well,I hear my dear one singing,And sweet, o’er hill and dell,Melodious notes are ringing!The tears bedim my sightWhich in my eyes do glisten,While, trembling with delight,I hold my breath to listen.I stretch my arms to thee—But, suddenly awaking,My love no more I see—O!thenmy heart is breaking!But when I think that thouAn angel art in glory,Again to sleep I go,And dreams repeat the story.Though thou hast gone above,And left this world forever,’Tis true, ’tis true, my love!I can forget thee never!Then come in robes of light,Thy face with rapture beaming,And let me, every night,Behold thee when I’m dreaming!
I see thee in my dreams,Thou who hast gone before me!And faithful mem’ry seemsMy loved one to restore me!Thou’rt clad in robes of light,Thy face with joy is beaming,Thus, dearest! every night,I see thee when I’m dreaming!
I see thee in my dreams,
Thou who hast gone before me!
And faithful mem’ry seems
My loved one to restore me!
Thou’rt clad in robes of light,
Thy face with joy is beaming,
Thus, dearest! every night,
I see thee when I’m dreaming!
The songs we loved so well,I hear my dear one singing,And sweet, o’er hill and dell,Melodious notes are ringing!The tears bedim my sightWhich in my eyes do glisten,While, trembling with delight,I hold my breath to listen.
The songs we loved so well,
I hear my dear one singing,
And sweet, o’er hill and dell,
Melodious notes are ringing!
The tears bedim my sight
Which in my eyes do glisten,
While, trembling with delight,
I hold my breath to listen.
I stretch my arms to thee—But, suddenly awaking,My love no more I see—O!thenmy heart is breaking!But when I think that thouAn angel art in glory,Again to sleep I go,And dreams repeat the story.
I stretch my arms to thee—
But, suddenly awaking,
My love no more I see—
O!thenmy heart is breaking!
But when I think that thou
An angel art in glory,
Again to sleep I go,
And dreams repeat the story.
Though thou hast gone above,And left this world forever,’Tis true, ’tis true, my love!I can forget thee never!Then come in robes of light,Thy face with rapture beaming,And let me, every night,Behold thee when I’m dreaming!
Though thou hast gone above,
And left this world forever,
’Tis true, ’tis true, my love!
I can forget thee never!
Then come in robes of light,
Thy face with rapture beaming,
And let me, every night,
Behold thee when I’m dreaming!
February 16, 1841.