Seek by the Silvery Darro

Seek by the silvery Darro,
Where jasmine flowers have blown:
There hath she left no footsteps?
--Weep, weep! the maid is gone!

Seek where Our Lady’s image
Smiles o’er the pine-hung steep:
Hear ye not there her vespers?
--Weep for the parted, weep!

Seek in the porch where vine-leaves
O’ershade her father’s head:
Are his gray hairs left lonely?
--Weep! her bright soul is fled.