Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lover's Rock

There is a love that cannot die! -
   And some their doom have met
Heart-broken - and gone as stars go by,
   That rise, and burn, and set.
Their days were in Spring's fallen leaf-
Tender - and young - and bright - and brief.

There is a love that cannot die! -
   Aye - it survives the grave;
When life goes out with many a sigh,
   And earth takes what it gave,
Its light is on the home of those
That heed not when the cold wind blows.

With us there are sad records left
   Of life's declining day:
How true hearts here were broken and cleft,
   And how they passed away.
And yon dark rock that swells above
Its blue lake - has a tale of love.

'T is of an Indian maid, whose fate
   Was saddened by the burst
Of passion, that made desolate
   The heart it filled at first.
Her lover was false-hearted, - yet
Her love she never could forget.

It was a summer-day, and bright
   The sun was going down:
The wave lay blushing in rich light
   Beneath the dark rock's frown,
And under the green maple's shade
Her lover's bridal feast was made.

She stood upon the rocky steep,
   Grief had her heart unstrung,

And far across the lake's blue sweep
   Was heard the dirge she sung.
It ceased - and in the deep cold wave
The Indian Girl has made her grave.

1. The Crew of the Long Serpent
2. Seaweed
3. Something Left Undone
4. The Four Princesses at Wilna
5. God's Acre

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