Fresh from the pain it was to part—
  How could I bear the pain?
Yet strong the omen in my heart
  That says—We meet again.

Meet with a deeper, dearer love;
  For absence shows the worth
Of all from which we then remove,
  Friends, home, and native earth.

Thou lovely polar star! mine eyes
  Still turned the first on thee,
Till I have felt a sad surprise
  That none look'd up with me.

But thou hast sunk below the wave,
  Thy radiant place unknown;
I seem to stand beside a grave,
  And stand by it alone.

Farewell!—ah, would to me were given
  A power upon thy light,
What words upon our English heaven
  Thy loving rays should write!

Kind messages of love and hope
  Upon thy rays should be;
Thy shining orbit would have scope
  Scarcely enough for me.

Oh, fancy, vain as it is fond,
  And little needed too;
My friends! I need not look beyond
  My heart to look for you.
⁠L. E. L.

The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing
  Has vanished from the waters, where it flung
A royal colour, such as gems are throwing
  Tyrian or regal garniture among.
'Tis night, and overhead the sky is gleaming,
  Thro' the slight vapour trembles each dim star;