The Hills of Gruzia

The hills of Gruzia are hid in haze of night:

I hear the river's song, unseeing;

And though my heart is lone, my spirit still is light,

For you alone fill all my being!

For you alone, my love, fill all my being with your light.

My sorrow none can share:

'Tis all my own, beyond denying!

For you my heart is ever crying!

Again my heart for you is crying!

For 'twould cease to throb without its love undying!