Oasis

Let them go by--the heats, the doubts, the strife; I can sit here and care not for them now, Dreaming beside the glimmering wave of life Once more,--I know not how.

There is a murmur in my heart, I hear Faint, O so faint, some air I used to sing; It stirs my sense; and odours dim and dear The meadow-breezes bring.

Just this way did the quiet twilights fade Over the fields and happy homes of men, While one bird sang as now, piercing the shade, Long since,--I know not when.