Water. SEEK for me in the Arab maid's bower, Where the fountain plays over the jasmine flower; Seek for me in the light cascade The minstrel lists in the greenwood shade; Seek me at morn 'mid the violet's dyes: Seek me where rainbows paint April skies: In the blue rush of rivers, the depths of the sea, -- If we should sever, there seek for me. Fire. Seek for me where the war-shots meet, Where the soldier's cloak is his winding-sheet; Seek for me where the lava wave Bursts from Etna's secret cave; Seek for me where Christmas mirth Brightens the circle of love round your hearth; Where meteor-flames glance, where the stars are bright; Where the beacon flashes at the dead midnight; Where the lightning scathes the tall oak-tree, -- If we should sever, there seek for me. Air. Seek for me where the Spanish maid Hearkens at eve to the serenade: Seek for me where the clouds are dark, Where the billows foam round the sinking bark; Where the aspen-leaf floats on the summer's gale, Where the rose bends low at the nightingale's tale: Where the wind-harp wakens in melody, -- If we should sever, there seek for me. Shame. Seek not me, if we should sever: Parted once, we part for ever. |