The halcyon hangs o'er ocean,

  The sea-lark skims the brine;

This bright world's all in motion,

  No heart seems sad but mine.

To walk thro' sun-bright places,

  With heart all cold the while;

To look in smiling faces,

  When we no more can smile;

To feel, while earth and heaven

  Around thee shine with bliss,

To thee no light is given,—

  Oh, what a doom is this!