Note * — LOVE AND JEALOUSY

He is gone, and all grandeur has fled from the mountain; All beauty departed from stream and from fountain; A dark veil is hung O’er the bright sky of gladness, And, where birds sweetly sung, There’s a murmur of sadness; The wind sings with a warning tone Through many a shadowy tree; I hear, in every passing moan, The voice of destiny. Then, O Lord of the Waters! the Great and All-seeing! Preserve in Thy mercy his safety and being; May he trust in Thy might When the dark storm is howling, And the blackness of night Over Heaven is scowling; But may the sea flow glidingly With gentle summer waves; And silent may all tempests lie Chained in Æolian caves! Yet, though ere he returnest long years will have vanished, Sweet hope from my bosom shall never be banished: I will think of the time When his step, lightly bounding, Shall be heard on the rock Where the cataract is sounding; When the banner of his father’s host Shall be unfurled on high, To welcome back the pride and boast Of England’s chivalry! Yet tears will flow forth while of hope I am singing; Still despair her dark shadow is over me flinging; But, when he’s far away, I will pluck the wild flower On bank and on brae At the still, moonlight hour; And I will twine for him a wreath Low in the fairy’s dell; Methought I heard the night-wind breathe That solemn word: ‘Farewell!’*