Where were ye all? and where wert thou? I saw an eye that shone like thine, But dark curls waved around his brow, And his star-glance was strange to mine. And yet a dreamlike comfort came Into my heart and anxious eye, And trembling yet to hear his name, I bent to listen watchfully. This voice, though never heard before, Still spoke to me of years gone by; It seemed a vision to restore, That brought the hot tears to my eye. I paused on the threshold, I turned to the sky; I looked to the heaven and the dark mountains round; The full moon sailed bright through that ocean on high, And the wind murmured past with a wild eerie sound. And I entered the walls of my dark prison-house; Mysterious it rose from the billowy moor. O come with me, thus ran the song, The moon is bright in Autumn's sky, And thou hast toiled and laboured long, With aching head and weary eye. |