I. br br A pale green sky is gleaming; br The steely stars are few; br The moorland pond is steaming br A mist of gray and blue. br br Along the pathway lonely br My horse is walking slow; br Three living creatures only, br He, I, and a home-bound crow! br br The moon is hardly shaping br Her circle in the fog; br A dumb stream is escaping br Its prison in the bog. br br But in my heart are ringing br Tones of a lofty song; br A voice that I know, is singing, br And my heart all night must long. br br br II. br br Over a shining land- br Once such a land I knew- br Over its sea, by a soft wind fanned, br The sky is all white and blue. br br The waves are kissing the shores, br Murmuring love and for ever; br A boat gleams green, and its timeful oars br Flash out of the level river. br br Oh to be there with thee br And the sun, on wet sands, my love! br With the shining river, the sparkling sea, br And the radiant sky above! br br br III. br br The autumn winds are sighing br Over land and sea; br The autumn woods are dying br Over hill and lea; br And my heart is sighing, dying, br Maiden, for thee. br br The autumn clouds are flying br Homeless over me; br The nestless birds are crying br In the naked tree; br And my heart is flying, crying, br Maiden, to thee. br br The autumn sea is crawling br Up the chilly shore; br The thin-voiced firs are calling br Ghostily evermore: br Maiden, maiden! I am falling br Dead at thy door. br br br IV. br br The waters are rising and flowing br Over the weedy stone- br Over it, over it going: br It is never gone.