Thou art the sun and rainbow to my heart,
And, as they fade from sight--but do not die--
But come to-morrow with their wonted charms,
Thou shalt not die--but gleam o'er me in heaven,
With none of all thy beauty, lost or less.
Can'st thou not sing a song, love, ere it fades?

SHE SINGS.

The Sun gave birth to yonder bow
That trembles in the sky
That life-bestowing sun art thou--
That trembling bow am I.
When he withdraws his beaming face,
The rainbow disappears;
And, if those frown on me but once,
I melt away in tears.

I thank thee for that song. Oh! thou art, sure,
The wealthiest empire ruled by mortal man.
Thy thoughts fall down on me, like drops of gold.


SCENE V. THE BANKS OF A ROMANTIC RIVER, FLOWING
AMONG MOUNTAINS, AND VIEWED BY MOONLIGHT.

How wild this scene, among the mountains lit
By moonbeams. Ivied bluff and cedared bank,
And river rippling o'er its gravelly floor.
The cool and silence, and the holy night,