Eloise! Eloise! It Is Morn On The Seas, And The Waters Are Curling And Flashing; And Our Rock-Sheltered Seat, Where The Waves Ever Beat With A Cadenced And Rhythmical Dashing, Is Here - Just Here, But I Miss Thee, Dear! And The Sun-Beams Around Me Are Flashing O Seat, By The Lonely Sea, O Seat, That She Shared With Me, Thou Art All Unfilled To Day! And The Plaintive, Grieving Main Hath A Moan Of Hopeless Pain That It Had Not Yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It Is Noon; And The Breeze Through The Shadowy Woodland Is Straying; And Our Green, Mossy Seat, Where The Flowers Kissed Thy Feet While The Zephyrs Around Thee Were Playing, Is Here - Just Here; But I Miss Thee, Dear! And The Breezes Around Me Are Straying. O Seat, By The Greenwood Tree, O Seat, That She Shared With Me, Thou Art All Unfilled To-Day! And The Sighing, Shivering Leaves Have A Voice Like One That Grieves That They Had Not Yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It Is Eve; And The Trees With The Gold Of The Sunset Are Glowing; And Our Low, Grassy Seat, With The Brook At Its Feet Ever Singing, And Rippling, And Flowing, Is Here - Just Here; But I Miss Thee, Dear! And The Sunset Is Over Me Glowing. O Seat, By The Brooklet Free, O Seat, That She Shared With Me, Thou Art All Unfilled To-Day! And The Brook, To Me Alone, Hath A Tender, Grieving Tone, That It Had Not Yesterday. Eloise! Eloise! It Is Night On The Seas, And The Winds And The Waters Are Sleeping; And The Seat Where We Prayed, 'Neath Our Home'S Blessed Shade, With The Soft Shadows Over Us Creeping, Is Here-Just Here; But I Miss Thee, Dear! And The Drear Night Around Me Is Sleeping. O Seat, Where She Prayed Of Yore, O Seat, Where She Prays No More, I Am Kneeling Alone To-Night! And The Stern, Unyielding Grave Will Restore Not The Gift I Gave To Its Bosom Yesternight.