The phantom happiness I sought
O’er every crag and moor;
I paused at every postern gate,
And knocked at every door;



In vain I searched the land and sea,
E’en to the inmost ...  [+]

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home ...  [+]