The morning was so bright to see,
I thought that he would come,
Though he is far away from me
While I bide on at home.
The morning was so wide, so blue;
The tide ran in to greet:—
It could not be, I knew, I knew,
But O, the wind was sweet!
There was a ripple on the pond;
The road had one refrain;
And something called me, just beyond
The turn of every lane.
The trees were trying not to sing;
They beckoned on and on:
The day went by with promising,
And now the day is gone.
The after-glow, it fades away
With my own Star above;—
And all the day, and all the day,
I looked for my true love.