Song (I have watched for thy coming)

I have watched for thy comingTill twilight is old,And the dark brow of eveningIs glittering with gold.Each zephyr that rustles,I think thou art near;I am weary with waitingThy footsteps to hear.

In her pathway of beauty,All fair and serene,With sweet grace gliding onwardIs night's gentle queen.The moon-silvered blossomsIn silence repose,And the nightingale warblesHis love to the rose.

The stars only witnessThis anguish of mine,But they heed not my weeping,As coldly they shine.My proud heart shall banishA sorrow so vain,And fond vow, or promise,Trust never again.