CEANOTHUS. 



THF^ day is night when thou art gone; the night 

 Is long, and silence, like a roaring sea 

 By angry tempest driven, thunders on 

 My utter loneliness and solitude. 

 O friend beloved, how can I part from thee ! 

 How can I say farewell to those bright eyes, 

 Those eyes which bless me with their tender light ! 

 How can I say farewell to those soft hands, 

 Those hands which hold me in their light caress! 

 How can I say farewell to those sweet lips, 

 Those lips which teach me Love's divinest law! 

 How can I say farewell to that dear heart, 

 That heart which is to me my Heaven, my all! 

 No, no, dear love, I cannot part from thee : 

 My heart on angel wings will follow thee, 

 And find thee, wheresoe'er thou art; will hold 

 Thee still in sweet embrace, and whisper Love's 

 Unwearied story to thy listening ear. 

 My thoughts in sweet companionship will still 

 Thy gentle footsteps lead where sunniest skies 

 Their azure keep undimmed, and genial climes 

 Perpetual fragrance shed. My thoughts, with Love's 

 Transforming wand, will touch the wild flowers in 

 Thy path, and bid them yield a sweeter breath 

 And wear for thee a brighter face and smile. 

 They will sweet odors bring of home and friends 

 And dear remembered hours, if haply they 

 May tempt a restless, wandering thought, and turn 

 Remembrance back to homelier scenes and me. 



Sweet heart, my thoughts thy guardian angels be, 

 And bring thee safe to home, and love, and me ! 



