Thou wast all that to me For whom my soul did pine A green island in sea A fountain and a shrine A dream to bright to last But to be overcast A voice from future cries My spirit hovering lies The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eyes glance And where my footstep gleams In what ethereal dance The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over