Song: Like Her, but not the Same

I SEEK her by the stream that laves
Yon crumbling convent wall.
And in the silent place of graves
That loved her soft footfall.
Then in a dream through evening calm
Again we wander by the palm.

But lo ! this glooming crust unstirred
Gives o'er the sombre glow
Of caverned fire — my dream is blurred,
I wake — the fire is low. . . .
I hear alone the wind and rain
To-night chill beat my window-pane.

Yet she is nigh— behold, they say.
Yon gracious queenly dame !
More cold this cold heart turns away
Like her — but not the same !
I knew I left her lying where
Yon graves in sunlight sleep so fair !