In absence

At eve, I stand upon the bank and gaze;

Restless, I know not where my bark may rest;

I see the forest through the autumn haze;

I see the hills of radiance all divest;

I see the herdsman homing o'er the lea;

I see the huntsman's laden horse return.....

Alas, no loved one comes to beckon me!--

I sit and croon the thoughts that in me burn.