Picture Songs

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Picture Songs

A pale green sky is gleaming;

The steely stars are few;

The moorland pond is steaming

A mist of gray and blue.

Along the pathway lonely

My horse is walking slow;

Three living creatures only,

He, I, and a home-bound crow!

The moon is hardly shaping

Her circle in the fog;

A dumb stream is escaping

Its prison in the bog.

But in my heart are ringing

Tones of a lofty song;

A voice that I know, is singing,

And my heart all night must long.

Over a shining land⁠—

Once such a land I knew⁠—

Over its sea, by a soft wind fanned,

The sky is all white and blue.

The waves are kissing the shores,

Murmuring love and for ever;

A boat gleams green, and its timeful oars

Flash out of the level river.

Oh to be there with thee

And the sun, on wet sands, my love!

With the shining river, the sparkling sea,

And the radiant sky above!

The autumn winds are sighing

Over land and sea;

The autumn woods are dying

Over hill and lea;

And my heart is sighing, dying,

Maiden, for thee.

The autumn clouds are flying

Homeless over me;

The nestless birds are crying

In the naked tree;

And my heart is flying, crying,

Maiden, to thee.

The autumn sea is crawling

Up the chilly shore;

The thin-voiced firs are calling

Ghostily evermore:

Maiden, maiden! I am falling

Dead at thy door.

The waters are rising and flowing

Over the weedy stone⁠—

Over it, over it going:

It is never gone.

Waves upon waves of weeping

Went over the ancient pain;

Glad waves go over it leaping⁠—

Still it rises again!