By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.
No sorrow e'er can light on me—
But when, beloved, we part,
My thoughts are bounded all in thee,
Thou Lote-tree* of my heart.
More verses by Louisa Stuart Costello
- Song.—since Thou Wilt Banish Me
- Song.—this Mournful Heart
- Song.—thou Art Gone
- November Fifth
- Song.—if Those Dark Eyes