English poem
The Halcyon Hangs O'er Ocean.
by Thomas Moore
The halcyon hangs o'er ocean, The sea-lark skims the brine; This bright world's all in motion, No heart seems sad but mine. To walk thro' sun-bright places, With heart all cold the while; To look in smiling faces, When we no more can smile; To feel, while earth and heaven Around thee shine with bliss, To thee no light is given,— Oh, what a doom is this!