The stream with languid murmur creeps,
 In Lumin's flowery vale:
Beneath the dew the Lily weeps
 Slow-waving to the gale.
'Cease, restless gale!' it seems to say,
 'Nor wake me with thy sighing!
The honours of my vernal day
 On rapid wing are flying.
'To-morrow shall the Traveller come
 Who late beheld me blooming:
His searching eye shall vainly roam
 The dreary vale of Lumin.'
With eager gaze and wetted cheek
 My wonted haunts along,
Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek
 The Youth of simplest song.
But I along the breeze shall roll
 The voice of feeble power;
And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,
 In Slumber's nightly hour.
Other Samuel Taylor Coleridge songs:
all Samuel Taylor Coleridge songs all songs from 2013