I. The Forest Flowers Are Faded All, The Winds Complain, The Snow-Flakes Fall, El'Anore! I Turn To Thee, As To A Bower: - Thou Breathest Beauty Like A Flower, Thou Smilest Like A Happy Hour, El'Anore! Ii. I Turn To Thee. I Bless Afar Thy Name, Which Is My Guiding-Star, El'Anore! And Yet, Ah God! When Thou Art Here I Faint, I Hold My Breath For Fear. Art Thou Some Phantom Wandering Near, El'Anore? Iii. Oh, Take Me To Thy Bosom Fair; Oh, Cover Me With Thy Golden Hair, El'Anore! There Let Me Lie When I Am Dead, Those Morning Beams About Me Spread, The Glory Of Thy Face O'Erhead, El'Anore!