• The south-wind brings
    Life, sunshine, and desire,
    And on every mount and meadow
    Breathes aromatic fire;
    But over the dead he has no power,
    The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;
    And, looking over the hills, I mourn
    The darling who shall not return.

    I see my empty house,
    I see my trees repair their boughs;
    And he...