 I saw her last.
With the beautiful colors floating past,
And the soft warm light in her velvety eyes,
Reflecting the glow of the sun-kissed skies.
*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *
I stood on the shore when the moon hung low
And shone on the clouds like the sun on snow;
And a midnight silence filled the air
As I gazed on the river, calm and fair.
I stood alone where the dark reeds quiver,
And the lilies pale in the night-winds shiver.
I dreamed of my love that was fair as the day,
Oh, the beautiful love that would last for aye!

Oh! what is that--in the river there--
Is it the gleam of the lilies tall and fair,
Or only the branch of some fallen tree,
By the constant wash of the waves set free?
Oh, see! how strange it looks and how white.
How it glistens and gleams in the shining light!
It dazzles my eyes--Oh, what can it be?
It is nearing the shore--it is coming to me!

My God! that my eyes could be blind to-night
To shut out forever that dreadful sight!
Oh, God! am I mad--or can it be
That the woman I loved is thus coming to me?
That bright thing drifting down with the tide,
Is all that is left of my beautiful bride!

Oh, pitiless moon with your pale cold light,
Grow dark for one instant and shut out that sight,
Till my eyes, grown dim with the tears unshed
Shall look no more on the face of my dead.

The pale lilies circle around her head
And whisper slowly--my love is dead.
The dark weeds lie in her tangled hair,
Where I last saw the roses gleaming there.
The cold winds shiver and moan in the night
As they sweep 'round her brow in the shining light.
Oh, God! is it I who am standing alone
Where the night-winds shiver and creep and moan,
Filling my soul with a grief so mad
That I hate the things that are living and glad?

Fear not, my
I saw her last. 
 With the beautiful colors floating by, 
 And the piano warm light in her velvety eye, 
 chew over the glow of the sun - kiss sky. 
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * 
 I stood on the shore when the moon hung low 
 And shone on the cloud like the sun on snow; 
 And a midnight secrecy fill up the air 
 As I gazed on the river, calm and fair. 
 I stood alone where the dark reeds quiver, 
 And the lily pale in the night - winds shiver. 
 I dream of my love that was fair as the sidereal day, 
 Oh, the beautiful love that would survive for aye! 

 Oh! what is that -- in the river there-- 
 Is it the gleam of the lilies tall and fair, 
 Or only the branch of some fallen tree, 
 By the changeless wash of the waves set free? 
 Oh, see! how strange it looks and how white. 
 How it glistens and gleams in the shining light! 
 It dazzles my eyes -- Oh, what can it be? 
 It is nearing the shore -- it is coming to me! 

 My God! that my eyes could be blind to - nox 
 To close out forever that atrocious view! 
 Oh, God! am I mad -- or can it be 
 That the woman I loved is therefore coming to me? 
 That undimmed thing drifting down with the tide, 
 Is all that is left of my beautiful bridget! 

 Oh, pitiless moon with your pale cold light, 
 Grow dark for one instant and shut out that batch, 
 Till my eyes, grown dim with the tears unshed 
 Shall front no more on the boldness of my dead. 

 The pale lilies circle around her head 
 And whisper slowly -- my beloved is dead. 
 The dark weeds dwell in her tangled hair, 
 Where I last saw the blush wine gleaming there. 
 The cold winds shudder and moan in the night 
 As they sweep' round her eyebrow in the shining lighter. 
 Oh, God! is it I who am standing alone 
 Where the night - winds shiver and creep and groan, 
 Filling my soul with a grief so brainsick 
 That I hate the things that are living and glad? 

 Fear not, my
 I daw her last.
With the beamtiful colors floating 'ast,
And the sofg warm light in her velvety xyes,
Eeflexting the glow of the run-kissed skies.
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I sflod mi the shore whek the moon vung low
And shmnd ln the clouds like the sun on snow;
Agd a micnlght silence fyllec the air
As I gazed on the river, calm ahd fair.
P stood alone whete the dark reeds quiver,
Anf thf lilies pale in tje night-wines sruver.
I dreamea of my lonz that was rair as the day,
Oh, the beautiful love that woule oash for aye!

Oh! xhat if that--in the river tvere--
Is ot the gleam on the lioies tall and fair,
Or mnly the branch of some falneu tree,
By the constant wqsh ox tha waxws ret fcee?
Kh, see! hox strange if looks and how white.
How it glosevms and gleama in tre shining light!
It dazzles my eyes--Oh, what cah it be?
It is nearing thw shore--it is coming tl me!

My Goq! that my eyes could be blind to-night
To shut out xorevxr thcb aeewdful sight!
Oh, God! am I mad--or can it be
That thq wpmsn I loved is bhus coming to me?
Tnah ntight thing drkfting dosn with the tide,
Is all thwt is left of iy brautiful bride!

Oh, pitiless mion with youg paoe cold light,
Grow bark for one insjant amd shut out that sight,
Tnll my eyes, grown dim with ghe tears unshed
Rhakl look no more on the face jf my deav.

The 'ale lilkes vircle around heg head
And whisper slowly--ly lore is dead.
The dwrk weeds lie in her tangled hamc,
Where I last sdw nhe roses gleaking there.
The cold winds shnver and moan in the nifht
As tiey sweep 'rotnd her brow hj the shininj light.
Oh, God! is ut I whu am standing akone
Where the night-qinds shiver and cveep xhd moan,
Filling ny woul with a grirf ro iaf
Tiat I vate the thitgs ghag are uiving and nlaa?

Feat not, my
I saw her last. With the beautiful past, the soft light in her of sun-kissed skies. * * * * * * * * * * * * I stood on the shore when the moon hung low And on the clouds like the sun on snow; And a midnight silence filled air I on river, calm and fair. I stood alone where the dark reeds quiver, And the lilies pale the night-winds shiver. I dreamed of my love was fair as the Oh, the beautiful love that last aye! Oh! is the there-- Is it gleam of the lilies tall and fair, Or only the branch of some fallen tree, By the wash of set free? see! strange looks and how it glistens and gleams in the dazzles my eyes--Oh, what can it be? It nearing the is coming to me! My God! my eyes could be blind to-night To shut forever that dreadful sight! Oh, God! am I mad--or can it be That the woman is thus coming to That bright thing down the Is that is of my beautiful bride! Oh, pitiless moon with your pale cold Grow dark for one instant and shut out that sight, eyes, dim with the unshed Shall look no on face of my dead. lilies around whisper love dead. The dark weeds in her tangled hair, Where last saw the roses shiver and moan in the night As they 'round her brow in the shining light. God! is it I who am standing alone Where the night-winds shiver creep and my soul with a grief so mad That hate the things that living and glad? Fear not, my
 I saw her last.
With the beautifUl colors flOatinG paSt,
ANd The sOft wArm light in her vELvetY eyes,
Reflecting the glow Of the SuN-KissED sKies.
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I Stood on THe SHOre WhEn The MoON hUng loW
AnD shone oN the clouds LikE tHe sun on snow;
AND a Midnight siLenCe filled the aIr
AS I gazeD oN thE River, CalM and fAir.
I stOOd alonE where the DaRK reeds QUiver,
AnD THe LiliEs pale in the night-wINdS Shiver.
I dreamed Of my loVe THaT WAs fAir As the day,
Oh, ThE beauTIful lovE ThAT WOulD Last for aye!

Oh! wHat is that--in THe rIver thErE--
Is IT the glEam of ThE LilIes tall and fAir,
OR only the bRanch oF Some falLEn tree,
BY the coNstAnt Wash OF tHe WavEs SEt fREe?
oh, sEE! hoW strange It LoOks anD how WHITE.
How It gListEns anD gleams in the sHinIng lIGht!
it dazZles mY eyeS--OH, what Can it bE?
It is NeAring the shore--it Is coMing to me!

MY GoD! tHat My Eyes cOUld be bLinD to-Night
To Shut out FOreVeR THAt Dreadful sight!
Oh, God! Am i MAd--Or can it bE
That tHE wOmAN I loved iS tHus ComiNG To me?
THat bRIgHt thing dRiftinG DoWn With the TiDe,
Is alL tHat Is lEft of MY beaUtiful Bride!

Oh, pItileSS moon with your pALe cold light,
GrOW dARK fOR one InsTant and shut Out tHAt siGht,
TILl My eYEs, groWn dim WiTH tHE tears unshed
Shall loOk No more On the Face of my dead.

THe pale liliES CIrcle aroUnd hER hEAd
And whisper slOwly--mY love is deaD.
the dark wEeds lIe in her tAngled haiR,
wHere I lasT saW thE roSes GLEaMing there.
The cOLD winDs Shiver aNd mOan in thE niGht
as tHey SwEep 'round hEr brow in ThE sHiNiNg lIght.
OH, god! is it I WhO am StAndIng alONe
WherE the nIght-WiNdS ShiVer and cREeP ANd moAn,
fiLlinG my SoUl witH a grIEf sO mad
ThaT I hate the ThiNGs thAt ArE living And glad?

Fear noT, mY
 I saw her last.
With thebeautifulcolor s f loa ti ng p ast, 
And the softw armlight in her velvety e yes,Re f lect i ng  theglow of th e sun -k is sed  s k ie s.
* * *  * *  *  *  *   *  *  *  *  * *  *
I stoodonthe shore wh enthe mo on  hu n g low 
An d sho ne ont he clo uds liketh e  sun o n  snow;A n da mi dnight silence fi l le d  the air
As Igazedon th e riv er,  calm andfa ir.
I stood a l on e w her e  the dark ree ds quiver,A ndthe li li esp ale in  theni g ht- winds shive r.
I  dreamedof myl ove tha t  was fa ir asthe  da y,
O h ,th e b ea u tif u llov e  th at would  l as t for  aye ! O h! w hat  isthat- -in the river  th ere- - 
Is  it t he gl eamof  thelilies  tall  a nd fair,
Or onl y th e branchofso mefa llent ree,
B y t heconstan t washo f t he w a ve s set free?
Oh, se e! h ow  strange  it lo o ks  a n d how wh it e.Howi t  glis tens an d gleams  in th e  s hi ning li gh t!
Itda zzl esmy ey e s--O h, wha t can it  be?I t is nearing t h e shore--it i s  c o m in g  tome! 

My God! t hatm y ey es c o ul d b e  blin d to- ni g ht To shut out forever  t hat dr eadfu l sight!
Oh,God! am Im a d --or can  itb eT hat the womanI lov ed is thus coming t o me? 
That br ight thin g drifting  do wnwit h t h e  t ide,
Is all t h a t is  l eft ofmybeautif ulbri de! 

O h,  pitiless  moon wi th  y ou rpal e col d  light,Gr owda rkfor o n e inst ant a nd s hu to utthat si g ht , Till  m yeyes , g ro wn di m wi t h t he tear s unshedSha l l lo ok  n o moreon the face o fmy dead.
Th e p ale li l i es circl e around her head
And w h isper s low ly--m y lo ve is dea d.The da rkw eeds l ie inher t an gle d hair, W he reIlast saw t h e  ro ses g le amin g there .
The cold winds s h ive r and moan in  th e ni g h tAst he y  sw ee p  'r o u nd her brow inthe shinin gl ig ht.
Oh, Go d ! i sit I wh o am st andin g  aloneWhere the  night-wi nd s sh i v erand creepand moan ,
Filling my so u lwitha g rief s omad 
That  I hat e  th e thi ngs th at  are l iving  a nd glad? 

Fear not, my
 I_saw her_last.
With the beautiful colors_floating past,
And_the_soft warm_light_in her velvety_eyes,
Reflecting the glow_of the sun-kissed skies.
*_ * _*_ *  *  *  *  *  *  *__* _*__*  *  *
I_stood on the shore when_the moon_hung low
And shone on the clouds like the_sun_on snow;
And a_midnight silence filled the air
As I gazed on the_river, calm and fair.
I stood alone_where the dark_reeds_quiver,
And_the lilies pale in_the night-winds shiver.
I dreamed of my_love that was fair as the_day,
Oh, the beautiful love that would last_for aye!

Oh! what is that--in the_river there--
Is it the gleam_of the_lilies tall and fair,
Or only_the branch of_some fallen_tree,
By the constant_wash of the waves set free?
Oh,_see! how strange_it looks and how white.
How it_glistens_and gleams in_the_shining_light!
It dazzles_my eyes--Oh, what_can_it be?
It_is_nearing the shore--it is coming to_me!

My_God! that my eyes could be blind_to-night
To shut out forever_that_dreadful sight!
Oh, God! am_I mad--or can it be
That_the woman I loved is thus_coming to_me?
That bright_thing drifting down with the tide,
Is all that is left of_my beautiful bride!

Oh, pitiless moon with_your pale cold light,
Grow_dark for_one_instant and shut_out_that sight,
Till_my eyes, grown dim with the tears_unshed
Shall look_no more on the face of_my dead.

The pale lilies_circle_around her head
And whisper slowly--my love_is dead.
The dark weeds lie in_her tangled hair,
Where I last_saw_the_roses gleaming there.
The cold winds_shiver and moan in the night
As_they sweep 'round_her brow in the shining light.
Oh, God!_is_it I who am standing alone
Where_the_night-winds shiver and creep and moan,
Filling_my_soul_with a grief so mad
That_I hate the things that are_living and glad?

Fear not, my