Lyr Add/Tune Req: Far Away (J J Britton)
Subject: Lyr Add: FAR AWAY (J. J. Britton)|
Date: 03 Mar 15 - 04:29 PM
As published in a Boston MA newspaper, 1856
by J.J. Britton
I gaze on the tufted cloudlets flying
O'er the land and the shaken sea.
And I say: "Oh Cloud! on thy fleecy wings
Dost thou bear no memory?"
I list to the Norland breezes blowing
From their icy homes to me.
And I cry: "Oh Wind of the silver shores
Hast thou brought no history?"
I watch the happy bird as it nears
From the blue horizon line,
And I yearn to hear in its song a word
From her true true heart to mine.
Then I turn and search in my own true heart
And I need nor breeze nor bird,
For her name I breathe in an undertone,
And its innermost pulse is stirred;
And her fair face lives in my soul and glows
As a star on the sea's broad breast.
When the Eastern waves are topp'd with the dawn,
And the moon is low in the West.
And her sweet, sweet voice, as in happy days
Still it lives in my listening ear,
Like a melody out of a long lost heaven
Like a song from a sunny sphere.
I search my heart, and I need no voice
From the cloud or bird or breeze,
For her truth and her love lie nestling there
'Mid a myriad memories!