Love's Sunshine

O Love, and O Treasure, art sick or in sorrow?
I've pined for thy coming, all lonely:
Gone is all pleasure, — by night and by morrow,
I mourn for 'thee, ever and only.
That thou couldst distress me, who fain would caress thee,
Is surely the wonderful wonder;
Arise, O bright Sun! give the light of thy morning
And my clouds it will scatter asunder.

Alas, and alas! — 'tis my heart is dying,
To have ever been born must still grieve me;
My wand'ring mind is around thee flying —
My Hope, and my Life, do not leave me!
Come, Wayward and Froward; — come now, toward
The home that ere now should have seen us;
Come, Dearest and Rarest! — and Love true and fairest
Shall ever abide there between us!