Thine Eyes Still Shined For Me, Though Far I Lonely Roved The Land Or Sea: As I Behold Yon Evening Star, Which Yet Beholds Not Me. This Morn I Climbed The Misty Hill And Roamed The Pastures Through; How Danced Thy Form Before My Path Amidst The Deep-Eyed Dew! When The Redbird Spread His Sable Wing, And Showed His Side Of Flame; When The Rosebud Ripened To The Rose, In Both I Read Thy Name.