What Morn Shall I Find Thee?

What morn shall find thee, O departed one,

Under the fragrant dew?

Thou hast appeared, O gentle-hearted one,

Back to my famished view.

Clad in white vestments, thou who hast been banished

Out of this lonely place,

I saw thee once at dusk … Now thou hast vanished,

And left, alas! no trace!