Lyric poem Stories

Dear lamp, ‘t is you I envy For by his bed, you lie. You watch and keep my lover; The light within my eye. And though this dread night divides us. And though the road is long, I pray the sweet breeze will aid me And bring to him my song. Ah, how my sad dreams torment me As dark clouds veil the moon, Cold, grim and forlorn I waken, Longing to greet dawn soon. Dear lamp, now guard and guide him Through all the hours of nigh...