To One In Paradise کے بول

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