Connecticut western news., 1871-08-18
Olivia.

What are the lone waves singing, so mournfully, raj evermore? ,'s3 lr..i-. ...t.- s.. .--. What are they singing so mournfully, as they
 weep on the sandy shore?
 Olivia, O Olivia what else can it seem to be? Olivia, lost Olivia, will never return to theel Olivia, lost Olivia, what else can the sad song Weep and mourn, she will not return, she can-
 not return to theel"
 And strange it is, when the low wind sighs, and
 strange, when the loud winds blow, In the rustic of trees, in the roar of the storm,
 in the sleepiest streamlet's flow, . i - Forever, from ocean or river, ariseth the same 'sShe sleeps-let her sleep--wake her not-it
 were best she should rest-and alone" Forever the same sad requiem comes up from
 the sorrowful sea, s... ;... ..s. For the lovely, the lost Olivia, who cannot
 return to mel -- Alas II fear 'tis not in the air, or the sea, or
 the trees, that strain ;
 I fear 'tis wrung heart aching, and the throb
 of& tortured brain, .r,. ,i.ut "a JtGC3 And the shivering whisper of startled leaves,
 and the sob of the waves as they roll, fear they are only the echo of the song of a Are only the passionless echo of the voice that
 is ever with me Y, ,-.i s'The lovely, the lost Olivia, will never return I stand, in the dim, gray morning, where once --. stood, to mark, .z.y ....Ia.,l,,s lt el : Gliding away, along the bay, like bird, her .i.- white wing'd bark -+i@- -''.+ l'' And when through the Gollen Gate the sunset
 radiance rolled, And the tall masts melted to thinnest threads
 in the glowing haze of gold, ..1 ...- I said tsTo thine arms give her, o kind and fc shining seal ..-o9 E'.st'I 1i''s ,.st's H And in one, long moon from this June eve you
 shall let her return to me-"
 But the wind from the far spice islands came
 back, and it sang with sigh: sSThe ocean is rich with treasure it has hidden
 from you and the sky-""r-, ,...... ,..-.....-.- And where amid rocks and the green sea weed
 the storm and the tide were at war, The night-sought waste was still vacant, when et1 looked to the cloud and the star; And soon the sad wind and dark ocean unceas-
 ingly sang unto me IT. -..,. s.... ssThe lovely, the lost Olivia will never return Dim and still the landscape lies, but shadowless
 as heaven, ,. -.r .. .... For the growing morn and the low west moon
 on everything shine even; z.A. .. The ghosts of the lost have departed, that mo-
 thing can ever redeem,
 And nature, in light, sweet slumber, is dream
 ing her morning dream. -.-..-...--.. 'Tis morn. and our Lord has awakened, and the
 souls of the blessed are free; 7- -;e. Oh 1 come from the caves of the ocean! Olivia,
 return unto me ] '-
 What thrills me? what comes near me? Do I sys- stand on the sward alone D., n..1 -.ss;. Was that light wind, or whisper Pa touch,
 or the pulse of tone?
 Olivia whose spells from thy slumber my
 broken heart sway and control, Atlength bring'st thou death to me, dearest, or
 rest to my suffering soul & z. No sound but the psalm of the ocean l-bow
 down to the solemn decree J. "The lovely, the lost Olivia, will never return
 to thee!" .-....,..... And still are the lone waves singing so mourn
 fully evermore;
 Still are they sleeping so mournfully, as they
 weep on the sandy shore
 !" Olivia Host Olivia l"-so ever 'tis doomed to "Olvia lost Olivia twill never return to
 thee." a
 ssOlivial-lost Olivia Is-what else could the
 sad song be2 .E -....-. ... "Weep and mourn, she will not return-she
 cannot return to theei"