Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)

I cannot sleep—my nights glide on
    In one unbroken thought of thee;
And when the gloomy shades are gone,
    I start the dawning light to see.

And as I watch the rising morn
    Gain slowly o'er the yielding sky,
And mark another day new born,
    That glows so brightly—yet must die—

I think how all the hopes we cherish
    As transient, though as bright, will be;
And frailest of the hopes that perish
    Were mine, that told of love and thee! 

1. The Return to Paraclete
2. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
3. November Fifth
4. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)
5. Sylph's Song

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