I could not see the land The mist lay all too deep: O, you who understand Child, do not weep. I did not hear the bell That sounded from the shore But in my soul a knell Sounding ever more. I shall not come to you Back from the sad world's pain, Or see the dreaming blue Of your eyes again. You sing your evening song -- There in the candle light; O -- but the hours lay long Out in the night. |