I CANNOT lose thee for a day, But like a bird with restless wing My heart will find thee far away, And on thy bosom fall and sing, My nest is here, my rest in here; -- And in the lull of wind and rain, Fresh voices make a sweet refrain, 'His rest is there, his nest is there.' With thee the wind and sky are fair, But parted, both are strange and dark; And treacherous the quiet air That holds me singing like a lark, O shield my love, strong arm above! Till in the hush of wind and rain, Fresh voices make a rich refrain, 'The arm above will shield thy love.' |