Shall earth no more inspire thee,
    
Thou lonely dreamer, now?

Since passion may not fire thee,
    
Shall nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving
    
In regions dark to thee;

Recall its useless roving;
    
Come back, and dwell with me.

I know my mountain-breezes
    
Enchant and soothe thee still,

I know my sunshine pleases,
    
Despite thy wayward will.

When day with evening blending,
    
Sinks from the summer sky,

I've seen thy spirit bending
    
In fond idolatry.

I've watched thee every hour;
    
I know my mighty sway:

I know my magic power
    
To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given,
    
On earth so wildly pine;

Yet few would ask a heaven
    
More like this earth than thine.

Then let my winds caress thee;
    
Thy comrade let me be:

Since nought beside can bless thee,
    
Return---
              and dwell with me.