I sang her's name instead of a song; Over and over I sang her's name --- Upward and downward I drew it along my various notes; the same, the same ! I sang it low, that the slave--- near might never guess from aught they could hear; It was only a name...

I look on the sky and the sea ---
We were two to love, and two to pray---
Yes, two, O God, who cried to Thee,
Though nothing didst Thou say.
Coldy Thou sat'st behind the sun!
And now I cry who am but one,
How wilt Thou speak to-day?---