To God their praise.
All, tree or tomb, - all, dove or rose,
And wave or stone,
Have that to which they may disclose
The thoughts they own.
To me alone naught gives reply,
Alone I want
All answer but thy mournful cry,
Drear Hellespont.
To God their praise.
All, tree or tomb, - all, dove or rose,
And wave or stone,
Have that to which they may disclose
The thoughts they own.
To me alone naught gives reply,
Alone I want
All answer but thy mournful cry,
Drear Hellespont.