How can I wait till these long days are past Before I rest my eyes on thy dear face! Where art thou, love? O I would follow fast If but some power would guide me to the place! Canst thou not tell me by some spirit's grace? For surely there are spirits, as of old, Who joy love's glowing message to unfold. Speak but my name, and the kind breeze will bear The sweet sound, like a perfume, through the space; And I shall wander forth, knowing not where, But surely shall I come unto the place Where thou dost stand, and gaze into thy face. For if thou lovest me as I love thee, These unseen powers our friends will always be. |