148 Some Things Love Me

ALL within and all without me

Feel a melancholy thrill;

And the darkness hangs about me,

Oh, how still;

To my feet, the river glideth

Through the shadow, sullen, dark;

On the stream the white moon rideth,

Like a barque—

And the linden leans above me,

Till I think some things there be

In the dreary world that love me,

Even me!

Gentle buds are blooming near me,

Shedding sweetest breath around;

Countless voices rise, to cheer me,

From the ground;

And the lone bird comes—I hear it

In the tall and windy pine

Pour the sadness of its spirit

Into mine;

There it swings and sings above me,

Till I think some things there be

In this dreary world that love me,

Even me!

Now the moon hath floated to me,

On the stream I see it sway,

Swinging, boat-like, as ’t would woo me

Far away—

And the stars bend from the azure,

I could reach them where I lie,

And they whisper all the pleasure

Of the sky.

There they hang and smile above me,

Till I think some things there be

In the very heavens that love me,

Even me!