Who, In thy dreaded absence that I fear
will care enough? to dry my sorrowed tear,
Who! will free me from the dark hour'd night
with love, to speed my darkness into flight,
annulling loathsome melancholy,replace bright,
the absent colours,to my once inner sight,
Who! will torch the candle of life's day,
when fate deemed you, from me so fast away,
Who! when velvet clouds no longer kiss the moon,
as darkness upon this earthly light, consume
the short filled days of nature's special bloom,
that shone in May but saw not June,
Who! when impatient time, no longer waits
for the flower that came; but stayed not late,
Who! shall free the heart of anguished sighs,
of sullen silence and brave smiles that cry,
Who! will reveal the tenderness of knowing why,
when searching lofty vapours, with yearning eye
of absent hope, that pains the hours of sleep,
reflecting tears of love, those sad eyes to keep,
Now alas! from ageless time, love's bounty will
fire the days to which we clung
and sing the song that once we sung.