Far Off I Hear a Lover's Flute

Far off I hear a lover's flute

A-crying thro' the gloom;

Far off the golden waters flow

A-down their sandy flume.

I see the shrunken Mother Moon

Go forth to meet the Day,

While dim and white the dead ones walk

Upon the Spirit Way.

Why should I wake and walk tonight

When all the lodge is still?

Why should I watch the Ghostly Road,

So high and white and chill?

Why should I hate the crying flute

Which happy lovers play?

Ah! far and white my loved one walks

Along the Spirit Way!