Thou wast all that to me, love, br For which my soul did pine- br A green isle in the sea, love, br A fountain and a shrine, br All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, br And all the flowers were mine. br br Ah, dream too bright to last! br Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise br But to be overcast! br A voice from out the Future cries, br 'On! on!'- but o'er the Past br (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies br Mute, motionless, aghast! br br For, alas! alas! me br For me the light of Life is over! br 'No more- no more- no more-' br (Such language holds the solemn sea br To the sands upon the shore) br Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree br Or the stricken eagle soar! br br And all my days are trances, br And all my nightly dreams br Are where thy grey eye glances, br And where thy footstep gleams- br In what ethereal dances, br By what eternal streams.