Eloise.

Eloise! Eloise! It is morn on the seas, And the waters are curling and flashing; And our rock-sheltered seat, Where the waves ever beat With a cadenced and rhythmical dashing, Is here—just here, But I miss thee, dear! And the sun-beams around me are flashing O seat, by the lonely sea, O seat, that she shared with me, Thou art all unfilled to day! And the plaintive, grieving main Hath a moan of hopeless pain That it had not yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It is noon; and the breeze Through the shadowy woodland is straying; And our green, mossy seat, Where the flowers kissed thy feet While the zephyrs around thee were playing, Is here—just here; But I miss thee, dear! And the breezes around me are straying. O seat, by the greenwood tree, O seat, that she shared with me, Thou art all unfilled to-day! And the sighing, shivering leaves Have a voice like one that grieves That they had not yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It is eve; and the trees With the gold of the sunset are glowing; And our low, grassy seat, With the brook at its feet Ever singing, and rippling, and flowing, Is here—just here; But I miss thee, dear! And the sunset is over me glowing. O seat, by the brooklet free, O seat, that she shared with me, Thou art all unfilled to-day! And the brook, to me alone, Hath a tender, grieving tone, That it had not yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It is night on the seas, And the winds and the waters are sleeping; And the seat where we prayed, 'Neath our home's blessed shade, With the soft shadows over us creeping, Is here-just here; But I miss thee, dear! And the drear night around me is sleeping. O seat, where she prayed of yore, O seat, where she prays no more, I am kneeling alone to-night! And the stern, unyielding grave Will restore not the gift I gave To its bosom yesternight.