Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
        I lonely roved the land or sea:
As I behold yon evening star,
        Which yet beholds not me.

This morn I climbed the misty hill
        And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path
        Amidst the deep-eyed dew!

When the redbird spread his sable wing,
        And showed his side of flame;
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
        In both I read thy name.