Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Song for a German Air

Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing
   Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,
Life's uncertain visions showing;
   Thus, like thy waters glide past the hours.
        Oft on thy sunny banks I lie
        And mark the waves that glitter by
With fleeting joy and brightness glowing.

Fair stream! when no more near thee reclining,
   I gaze and lament for moments gone—
Cold and silent, past repining—
   Still thy clear way thou wilt murmur on:
         Still will thy roses bloom anew,
         Though I no more their beauty view,
And yonder sun as bright be shining!

1. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
2. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)
3. The Return to Paraclete
4. Spanish Song
5. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)

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