html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }Oh, when, 'mid thy wild fancy's dreaming,
Life's meteors around thee are streaming,
Thy tears still belie the false beaming
That fain would thy spirit control—
Look, look to that lone light above thee,
The star that seems set there to love thee,
Look there, and I am with thee in soul!
Look, look, etc.
And if, when thus wilder'd, thou turnest
To lean on the true and the earnest—
The friend for whom vainly thou yearnest
Has pass'd like a mist from life's strand.
Oh, come, come again to me, dearest!
Thou still to my soul shalt be nearest,
All mine in that bright spirit-land!
Oh! come, come again, etc.