All night through, raves or broods
The fitful wind among the woods;
All night through, hark! the rain
Beats upon the window pane.
And still my heart is far away,
Still dwells in many a bygone day,
And still follows hope with [rainbow wing]
Adown the golden ways of spring.
In many a wood my fancy strays,
In many unforgotten Mays,
And still I feel the wandering— 40