At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the region of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remembered, ev'n in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song twas once such pleasure to hear,
When our voices commingling breath'd, like one, on the ear
And as Echo far off thro' the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still, the notes that once were so dear."