Stanzas
The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade,But still I walk this shadowy land;And grapple the dark and only the darkIn my search for a loving hand.
For it’s here a still, deep woodland lies,With spurs of pine and sheaves of fern;But I wander wild, and wail like a childFor a face that will never return!
And it’s here a mighty water flows,With drifts of wind and wimpled waves;But the darling head of a dear one deadIs hidden beneath its caves.