SONG.

I HEAR the waves to-night Piteously calling, calling Though the light Of the kind moon is falling, Like kisses, on the sea That calls for sunshine, dear, as my soul calls for thee.

I see the sea lie gray Wrinkling her brows in sorrow, Hear her say:— "Bright love of yesterday, return to-morrow, Sun, I am thine, am thine!" Oh sea, thy love will come again, but what of mine?