--with dreadful pain
My temples throbbed, yet there with love and thee
I felt it not, nor heeded I the rain.
Too soon, howe'er, the vision passed away,
And I was left alone.

                       "Oh! waves at play,
Mock not my hollow heart with songs of eve,
For olden days I evermore must grieve,
My own sad song forever must be still,
Of empty fame my life has had its fill.
Oh! heart be still, keep back your hungry cry,
Our griefs we all can conquer if we try;
Oh! soul shrink back into thy smallest space,
For thee the heedless world will give no place.
Oh! what is life when only shadows fall!
Oh! what is love, when love is past recall!
My laurel wreath unto the winds I fling,
For worldly praise I never more will sing.
Oh! tears, what do you here--keep back, I say,
Each human life must know a sunless day."

Unto her breast her hands are tightly pressed,
She bravely struggles with the old unrest;
Yet lower droops her form, the lashes sweep
Across her cheeks.  Dark memories seem to creep
Upon her heavy heart and weigh it down.
As shadows fall at night o'er vale and town;
And still and white as some pale form of death
She stands, with folded hands and faint drawn breath.

But suddenly through the silence of the room
The one word "Hilda" pierces through the gloom;
A whispered word, yet see! it makes her start,
And sends the life-blood throbbing to her heart.
she turns--her face is stained with crimson o'er,
It dies and leaves her paler than before.
Oh, life is dark, and hearts are weak and wild!
With one faint cry she sees his longing eyes,
His outstretched arms, and as a tired child,
Unto that last, safe refuge quickly flies.

Then presently her head droops low again,
She draws away--there comes a bitter pain.
"Oh, Adrian, my life has all been wrong;
I am not worthy now your love to claim,
My erring heart is selfish, and to blame,
To sorrow and to grief it should belong
--with dreadful pain 
 My temples throbbed, yet there with beloved and thee 
 I feel it not, nor heeded I the rain. 
 Too soon, howe'er, the vision travel by away, 
 And I was left entirely. 

                        " Oh! waves at play, 
 Mock not my hollow center with songs of eve, 
 For olden day I evermore must grieve, 
 My own sad song forever must be still, 
 Of empty fame my life has had its filling. 
 Oh! heart be still, keep back your athirst cry, 
 Our griefs we all can conquer if we try; 
 Oh! soul shrivel back into thy smallest space, 
 For thee the heedless world will give no place. 
 Oh! what is biography when only shadows fall! 
 Oh! what is love, when love is past recall! 
 My laurel wreath unto the winds I fling, 
 For worldly praise I never more will sing. 
 Oh! tears, what do you here -- keep back, I say, 
 Each human life must know a sunless day. " 

 Unto her breast her hand are tightly pressed, 
 She bravely struggles with the previous unrest; 
 Yet lower droops her form, the whip sweep 
 Across her cheeks.   Dark memories seem to fawn 
 Upon her heavy heart and weigh it down. 
 As shadows fall at night o'er valley and town; 
 And still and white as some pale form of death 
 She stands, with folded hand and faint drawn breath. 

 But suddenly through the silence of the room 
 The one password " Hilda " pierces through the gloom; 
 A whispered word, yet see! it makes her start, 
 And sends the life - lineage throbbing to her kernel. 
 she turns -- her face is stain with crimson o'er, 
 It die and leaves her paler than earlier. 
 Oh, life is colored, and hearts are weak and wild! 
 With one faint cry she interpret his longing eyes, 
 His outstretched arms, and as a tired child, 
 Unto that last, safe refuge quickly flies. 

 Then soon her head droops gloomy again, 
 She draws away -- there comes a bitter pain. 
 " Oh, Adrian, my life has all been wrong; 
 I am not desirable now your love to claim, 
 My erring heart is selfish, and to blame, 
 To sorrow and to grief it should belong
--witj dreadful pain
My templer throbbed, yet jhwre wivh love and thed
I felt it not, nor heeded I vhe eain.
Tio soon, howe'er, the viskon passef away,
Ane I xas left alone.

                       "Oh! waves at pkay,
Mock nod my hollow hedrg cith songs of eve,
For olden days I evqrmore kudt grieve,
My owg sac sonf forever must be still,
Of empty faje my lpfe has had its foll.
Oh! heart be still, keep hack your hungry cry,
Oug griefs we all xan conquer kf we try;
Oh! soul shrini back into thy smallest space,
Fur thze the heedoews amrld will gmve no place.
Oh! whab is lixe when only shadows nall!
Oi! whqt is love, when love ms past recall!
My lautel wreath uuto the winds I fling,
Doe worndly prakwe K ntvec mkre wipl aing.
Oh! teads, what do tou here--keep back, I swj,
Rach human ljfe muft know a sunless day."

Unto her breast her vanss are tightly pressed,
Sye bravely struggles aith the jld unrest;
Yet lower droops her form, the lashes swaep
Accors kcv chdwkd.  Dark memories seem to creep
Upon her heavy rsatt and weigh it bown.
As shadows fslp sj night o'er vaue and tosn;
And still and whlte as fome pale form of ceath
She stands, with folded hands and fcinr drawn breath.

But duddenly thxough jhe sikence of the room
The onz word "Hilda" pierfes throuff the gloom;
A whirpeged ford, yet see! it makes her ftart,
And wendx the lkfe-bkood trrobbing tl her heart.
she turns--her vace ns stdined with crimson o'er,
It dies and leaves ixr paler than bafoge.
Oh, life is dsrk, and heartf are weak and wild!
Wich one faint cry she sexs his longigg eyes,
His ouddtretched arks, and af a riree child,
Jvto that last, xafe refuyt quickly dlies.

Then presentln her gead droops low agqin,
She draws awsy--tferq bomxs a fhtter pain.
"Oh, Adrkan, ky liwe has all neev wrpng;
I am not worthy nmw ykur love to claim,
Mu crring heqrt is sqlfish, and to blame,
To sorrow anf to jrief mt shoild belong
--with dreadful pain My temples throbbed, yet love thee I it not, nor soon, the vision passed And I was alone. "Oh! waves at play, Mock my hollow heart with songs of eve, For olden days I evermore must My own sad song forever must be still, Of empty fame my life had fill. heart still, keep back your hungry cry, Our griefs we all can conquer if we try; Oh! shrink back into thy smallest space, For thee heedless world will give place. Oh! what is life only fall! Oh! is when is past recall! laurel wreath unto the winds I fling, For worldly praise I never more will sing. Oh! tears, do you I say, human must a sunless day." breast her hands are tightly pressed, with the old unrest; Yet lower droops her the lashes Across her cheeks. Dark memories seem creep Upon her heavy heart and weigh it As shadows fall at night o'er vale and town; And still and white as some of death She stands, folded hands and drawn But through silence of room The one word "Hilda" pierces through the gloom; A whispered yet see! it makes her start, And sends the life-blood her she turns--her face stained with crimson o'er, dies leaves her paler than life dark, weak wild! one faint cry she his longing eyes, His outstretched and as a tired refuge quickly flies. Then presently her head droops again, She draws away--there comes a bitter "Oh, Adrian, my life has all been wrong; I am not worthy your love My erring heart is selfish, and to blame, sorrow and to grief should belong
--with dreadful pain
My temples Throbbed, yeT therE wiTh lOvE and Thee
i felt it not, nor hEEded i the rain.
Too soon, howe'er, tHe visIoN PassED aWay,
AnD I was leFT aLONe.

                       "OH! wAvEs aT pLAy,
mock nOt mY hollow Heart with sOngS oF eve,
For olden DAyS I evermore MusT grieve,
My own Sad Song foReVer MUst be StiLl,
Of eMpty faME my lifE has had itS fILl.
Oh! heARt be stiLL, KeEp baCk your hungry cry,
OuR GrIEfs we all can conQuer if We TRy;
oH! SouL shRink back inTo Thy smALlest spACe,
fOR TheE The heedless woRld will give NO plAce.
Oh! wHaT is LIfe wheN only ShADowS fall!
Oh! what Is loVe, when lovE is pasT Recall!
MY Laurel wReath uNto The WindS i fLiNg,
FOr WOrlDLy PraISe I Never morE wIlL sing.
oh! teARS, WHat dO yoU herE--keep Back, I say,
Each hUmaN lifE MusT know A sunlEss dAy."

unto hEr breaSt her HaNds are tightly prEsseD,
She braveLy sTrUggLeS with THe old uNreSt;
YEt lower Droops hER foRm, THE LaShes sweep
Across her ChEEKs.  dark memoRies seEM tO cREep
Upon hEr HeaVy heART and wEigh IT dOwn.
As shaDows faLL aT nIght o'er VaLe and tOwN;
AnD stIll anD WhitE as somE pale forM of deATh
She stands, witH Folded hands anD FaINT dRAwn bReaTh.

But suddenLy thROugh The sILeNce OF the rOom
ThE oNE wORd "Hilda" pierces throuGh The gloOm;
A whIspered word, yeT see! it makeS HER start,
AnD senDS tHE life-blood throBbing To her heart.
SHe turns--hEr facE is stainEd with criMSOn o'er,
It dIes And LeaVes HER pAler than beforE.
oH, lifE iS dark, anD heArts are WeaK anD wiLd!
WItH one faint Cry she seEs HiS lOnGinG eyes,
hIs outstrEtCheD aRms, And as A Tired cHild,
UNto tHaT lASt, sAfe refuGE qUICkly FlIeS.

TheN prEsEntly Her hEAd dRoops loW again,
She DraWS awaY--tHeRe comes A bitter pain.
"Oh, adRian, my life HaS alL been wRONg;
I am not Worthy now your love to claiM,
my errinG heArt is SelfIsh, and to bLamE,
To sorRow ANd to grIef it sHould BeLonG
--with dreadful pain
My te mples thro bbed,  ye t t he re w ithlove and theeI  fel t it not, nor heeded I  thera i n.
T o osoon,  howe'e r ,t h e v is io n p as s ed  away ,
A nd I wa s left alo ne. 
                    "O h!waves at pla y,Mock n ot  my hollo w h eartwith s o ngs of  eve,
For  o l den da y s I eve r m or e mu st grieve,
My own sa d  song forevermust b es ti l l ,
O f e mpty famemy  life has had it s f ill . 
Oh! heart be  still, kee p  ba ck you rhun g ry cry ,
Our  g r ief s we all ca n co nquer ifwe try ; 
Oh! so u l shrin k back  in tothys ma ll est  s p ace , 
F ort hee  the hee dl es s wor ld w i l l give  no  pla ce.
O h! what is li fewhen onl y sha dowsfall !Oh! w hat is  love ,when love is pa st r ecall!
My  la ur elwr eathu nto th e w ind s I fli ng,
For wor ld l y pr aise I never morewi l l  s ing.
Oh!  tears ,  w ha t  do youhe re- -kee p back,  I s a y, 
Each hu man li f emu st know  a  sunle ss  da y." 

Unt o  her  breas t her ha nds a r e tightly pres s ed,
She brave l ys t ru g gles  wi th the oldunre s t;
Y et l o we r d r oopsher f or m ,t he lashes sweep
Acr os s hercheek s.  Dark memo ries seemt o creep
Up on h e rh eavy heart and  weig h it down. As shado ws fa ll at ni ght o'erv a le and t own ;
A ndsti l l  a nd white as s o m e pa le  form o f d eath
Sh e s tan ds,  wi th  folded h ands and  f ai nt  d raw n bre a th.

But  s udd en lythrou g h thesilen ce o fth e  ro om
Theo ne w ord"H il da"pie rc es th roug h  th e gloom ;
A whisp ere d  wor d,  y et see!  it makes her  s tart,
Andse nds  the l i f e-bloodthrobbing to her heart. she tur ns- -herface  is stain edwith c rim s on o'e r,
Itdiesan d l e a ves h e r  p ale rthan befor e . 
Oh , lif eis d ark, an d hearts are weaka ndwild!
With on e f aint c ry  sh e  s e eshi s  lo n g ing eyes,
His o utstretche da rm s, and asa  ti re d child ,
Untothatl ast, sa fe refuge  quicklyfl ies. The n presentl y her he ad droops low a g ai n,
Sh e d raws a wa y-- there  comes a b itter  pain. 
" Oh, Ad rian,  m y life h as all been wrong;
I am  not w orthy  no w your lo vet o c laim,
Myerri ng heart i s s elf ish,and to bl ame, To  so r row a nd t o  grief it sh oul d be long
--with dreadful_pain
My temples_throbbed, yet there with_love and_thee
I_felt it_not,_nor heeded I_the rain.
Too soon,_howe'er, the vision passed_away,
And I was_left_alone.

             __ ___    "Oh!_waves at play,
Mock not my_hollow heart_with songs of eve,
For olden days I evermore_must_grieve,
My own sad_song forever must be still,
Of empty fame my life_has had its fill.
Oh! heart be_still, keep back_your_hungry_cry,
Our griefs we all_can conquer if we try;
Oh! soul_shrink back into thy smallest space,
For_thee the heedless world will give no_place.
Oh! what is life when only_shadows fall!
Oh! what is love,_when love_is past recall!
My laurel wreath_unto the winds_I fling,
For_worldly praise I_never more will sing.
Oh! tears, what_do you here--keep_back, I say,
Each human life must_know_a sunless day."

Unto_her_breast_her hands_are tightly pressed,
She_bravely_struggles with_the_old unrest;
Yet lower droops her form,_the_lashes sweep
Across her cheeks.  Dark memories_seem to creep
Upon her_heavy_heart and weigh it_down.
As shadows fall at night_o'er vale and town;
And still and_white as_some pale_form of death
She stands, with folded hands and faint drawn breath.

But_suddenly through the silence of the_room
The one word "Hilda"_pierces through_the_gloom;
A whispered word,_yet_see! it_makes her start,
And sends the life-blood throbbing_to her_heart.
she turns--her face is stained with_crimson o'er,
It dies and_leaves_her paler than before.
Oh, life is_dark, and hearts are weak and_wild!
With one faint cry she_sees_his_longing eyes,
His outstretched arms, and_as a tired child,
Unto that last,_safe refuge quickly_flies.

Then presently her head droops low again,
She_draws_away--there comes a bitter pain.
"Oh, Adrian,_my_life has all been wrong;
I am_not_worthy_now your love to claim,
My_erring heart is selfish, and to_blame,
To sorrow and to grief it should belong