In the Forest

Night's darkness o'er the forest creeps;

Of a safe guide I am bereft;
Which path leads from these lonely deeps?
Is it the one to right or left?

Far o'er me, on the arch of sky,
Many a star doth brightly shine.

Taking their course, who knows if I

Alight reach the goal for which I pine?

For, brighter than all stars above,
In lustre shone my darling's eye;
I trusted her; false was her love:
Deceived, still o'er my loss I sigh!