A Song of Sighing

Would some little joy to-day
Visit us, heart !
Could it but a moment stay,
Then depart.
With the flutter of its wings
Stirring sense of brighter things.

II.
Like a butterfly astray
In a dark room ;
Telling :— Outside there is day,
Sweet flowers bloom,
Runnels ripple silver sheen.

III.
Heart ! we now have been so long
Sad without change,
Shut in deep from shine and song,
Nor can range ;
It would do us good to know
That the world is not all woe.

IV.
Would some little joy to-day
Visit us, heart !
Could it but a moment stay,
Then depart,
With the lustre of its wings
Lighting dreams of happy things.
Oh sad my heart !