How Sweetly Sang The Bobolink, When Thou, My Love, Wast Nigh! His Liquid Music From The Brink Of Some Cloud-Fountain Seemed To Sink, Far In The Blue-Domed Sky. How Sadly Sings The Bobolink! No More My Love Is Nigh: Yet Rise, My Spirit, Rise, And Drink Once More From That Cloud-Fountain'S Brink, - Once More Before I Die!