From the recording Once Upon a Midnight
The Assignation Thou wast all that to me, love For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers And all the flowers were mine Ah, dream too bright to last Ah, starry hope, that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, “Onward” o’er the past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute- motionless- aghast! For alas! alas! with me The light of life is over “No more- no more- no more.” (Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or stricken eagle soar! Now all my hours are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances By what Italian streams Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee over the billow From Love to titled age and crime And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime Where weeps the silver willow!