In the dark, lonely night, br When sleep and silence keep their watch o'er men; br False love! in thy despite, br I will be with thee then. br When in the world of dreams thy spirit strays, br Seeking, in vain, the peace it finds not here, br Thou shalt be led back to thine early days br Of life and love, and I will meet thee there. br I'll come to thee, with the bright, sunny brow, br That was hope's throne before I met with thee: br And then I'll show thee how 'tis furrowed now, br By the untimely age of misery. br I'll speak to thee, in the fond, joyous tone, br That woo'd thee still with love's impassioned spell; br And then I'll teach thee how I've learnt to moan br Since last upon thine ear its accents fell. br I'll come to thee in all youth's brightest power, br As on the day thy faith to mine was plighted, br And then I'll tell thee weary hour by hour, br How that spring's early promise has been blighted.