Speak, O speak, my angel fair,
Is there sadness everywhere--
Folly where the flower feedeth
Rapids where the river leadeth
To delight?
Is there, is there anything
An eternal joy can bring--
What is real and what but seemeth
Like a dream a dreamer dreameth
Thru the night?
Can there be, Angel of Love
Can there be bright homes above--
What is Life--and when it endeth
What is Death--why it descendeth
I implore?
Tell me, Angel, can it be
That thy hand is leading me--
Tell me, are these seraphs singing
Up in heaven, gladness bringing
Evermore?