Where Art Thou, Oh! My Beautiful? Afar I Seek Thee Sadly, Till The Day Is Done, And O'Er The Splendour Of The Setting Sun, Cold, Calm, And Silvery, Floats The Evening Star; Where Art Thou? Ah! Where Art Thou, Hid In Light That Haunts Me, Yet Still Wraps Thee From My Sight? Not Wholly--Ah! Not Wholly--Still Love'S Eyes Trace Thy Dim Beauty Through The Mystic Veil, Like The Young Moon That Glimmers Faint And Pale, At Noontide Through The Sun-Web Of The Skies; But Ah! I Ope Mine Arms, And Thou Art Gone, And Only Memory Knows Where Thou Hast Shone. Night--Night The Tender, The Compassionate, Binds Thee, Gem-Like, Amid Her Raven Hair; I Dream--I See--I Feel That Thou Art There-- And Stand All Weeping At Sleep'S Golden Gate, Till The Leaves Open, And The Glory Streams Down Through My Tranc'D Soul In Radiant Dreams. Too Short--Too Short--Soon Comes The Chilly Morn, To Shake From Love'S Boughs All Their Sleep-Born Bloom, And Wake My Heart Back To Its Bitter Doom, Sending Me Through The Land Down-Cast, Forlorn, Whilst Thou, My Beautiful, Art Far Away, Bearing The Brightness From My Joyless Day. I Stand And Gaze Across Earth'S Fairest Sea, And Still The Plashing Of The Restless Main, Sounds Like The Clashing Of A Prisoner'S Chain, That Binds Me, Oh! My Beautiful, From Thee. Oh! Sea-Bird, Flashing Past On Snow-White Wing, Bear My Soul To Her In Thy Wandering. My Heart Is Weary Gazing O'Er The Sea; O'Er The Long Dreary Lines That Close The Sky; Through Solemn Sun-Sets Ever Mournfully, Gazing In Vain, My Beautiful, For Thee; Hearing The Sullen Waves For Evermore Dashing Around Me On The Lonely Shore. But Tides Creep Lazily About The Sands, Washing Frail Landmarks, Lethe-Like, Away, And Though Their Records Perish Day By Day, Still Stand I Ever, With Close Clasp'D Hands, Gazing Far Westward O'Er The Heaving Sea, Gazing In Vain, My Beautiful, For Thee.