Loves lies a-dying
C. Rogers
Come in gently, and speak low,
Love lies a-dying;
By his death-bed, standing so,
Hush, hush your crying.
Once his eyes were full of light,
Who now lies a-dying;
Round about him falls the night,
Hush, hush your crying.
Ghostly winds begin to blow,
Love lies a-dying;
Hark where distant waters flow,
Hush, hush your crying.
From a Land of Lost Delight --
Now he lies a-dying --
Visions come to haunt his sight,
Hush, hush your crying.
From a land he used to know --
Love lies a-dying --
Ghosts of dead songs come and go,
Hush, hush your crying.
Perished hopes like lilies white --
Love lies a-dying --
Leave beside him, in Death's night,
Hush, hush your crying.
Round about him, to and fro --
Now he lies a-dying --
Phantom feet move soft and slow,
Hush, hush your crying.
Sharply once did sorrow bite, --
O Love lies a-dying! --
Tears and blood sprang warm and bright,
Hush, hush your crying.
Pain is done now; strength is low, --
Love lies a-dying, --
Let him gently languish so,
Hush, hush your crying.