The Silken Tassel/Dirge
Dirge
Hope, thou and I were long together,
In glorious, calm or stormy weather;
Thou smiledst on me, I know not whether
To love or love me not;
We traversed fields and gardens gleaming,
And cross’d the vales and mountains, dreaming
That thou wouldst take me far to streaming
Springs of light unsought.
In glorious, calm or stormy weather;
Thou smiledst on me, I know not whether
To love or love me not;
We traversed fields and gardens gleaming,
And cross’d the vales and mountains, dreaming
That thou wouldst take me far to streaming
Springs of light unsought.
Now where art thou, I seek thee vainly;
I rise to find my shadow only;
Hope, thou art gone and I am lonely
With my dissolving dreams;
Gone to the gloom-inwoven hollows,
Where not a ray of joy but follows;
Ah! deep Night of Despair now swallows
All my sunny streams,
I rise to find my shadow only;
Hope, thou art gone and I am lonely
With my dissolving dreams;
Gone to the gloom-inwoven hollows,
Where not a ray of joy but follows;
Ah! deep Night of Despair now swallows
All my sunny streams,
Come Heart, now let us go and bury
Those faded blossoms there, and carry
The dust of all their moments merry
To Memory’s solemn cell:
There is a joy in hopeless sorrow,
There is a gleam in sunless morrow,
There is a heaven which earth can borrow
Ev’n from the blackest hell!
Those faded blossoms there, and carry
The dust of all their moments merry
To Memory’s solemn cell:
There is a joy in hopeless sorrow,
There is a gleam in sunless morrow,
There is a heaven which earth can borrow
Ev’n from the blackest hell!