As the moaning wild waves everFret around some lonely isle,There are griefs that no endeavorStilleth even for awhile,Beating at my heart for ever --Beating at it now;Beating at my heart -- and achingUpward to my brow.
Like the wild clouds flying overHigh above all human reach,There are joys that I their loverCannot even scale in speech:Flying o'er my head for ever --Flying o'er it now;Flying o'er my head -- and shadingWith despair my brow.
