Thou wast all that to me
For whom my soul did pine
A green island in sea

A fountain and a shrine

A dream to bright to last

But to be overcast
A voice from future cries
My spirit hovering lies


The light of life is over
No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree

Or the stricken eagle soar!
Such language holds the solemn sea
To sands upon the shore

For alas with me
The light of life is over


And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eyes glance
And where my footstep gleams

In what ethereal dance

The light of life is over

No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Such language holds the solemn sea

To sands upon the shore
For alas with me
The light of life is over


The light of life is over
No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree

Or the stricken eagle soar!
Such language holds the solemn sea
To sands upon the shore

For alas with me
The light of life is over