O, SHADOW in a maiden's eye Is love that once has been! O, sweet moon-rainbow in the sky That shuts our poor life in! I see the young morn blushing, I see the cheek of May Come paling, pinking, flecking, flushing— Through the pines of Monterey. Dear evergreens of memory— Sweet garlands of the past— The festooned frame of pictured sky That will forever last! I hear the faint bells ringing, I feel the breath of May Come soughing, soughing, sobbing, singing— Through the pines of Monterey. O, voices of the present day, Vain sounds upon a blast— Leave me, let me weep away The sweet tears of the past. I hear her dear voice calling, I hear her voice to-day Come laughing, ling'ring, falt'ring, falling— Through the pines of Monterey. |