To My Sister. In Absence. Poem by Susan Evance

WHEN Morning comes with smiles so gay,
O'er heathy hills I love to stray,
Where lustrous drops of pearly dew
Sparkle upon the hare-bell blue,
And bathe the thymy cover'd ground,
Whence sweetest fragrance steals around.
Ah, Anna! then, to friendship true,
I think of moments past- and you!

When sultry Noon pervades the sky,
And scarce a zephyr murmurs by,
I seek some lone sequester'd cave,
And watch the softly rippling wave!
I view the sea-birds sail along,
And listen to their mournful song;
While to affection ever true,
My pensive fancy flies- to you!

When Evening's misty form appears,
Half bath'd in sad expressive tears,
While gently sighs the passing breeze,
Low, rustling 'midst the shadowy trees;
And o'er yon far-seen rugged height
Sweet Hesper sheds a lingering light;
While tears of fondness aim my view,
I think of moments past- and you!