Three songs by Chadwick

So far away! So far away!
  Thy stars are not the stars I see;
With me 'tis night, with thee 'tis day,
  And night and day are one to me.
    So far -- so far away!

I faint beneath these wand'ring airs,
  That all around the world go free.
I snatch at straws the whirlwind bears --
  Touched they the land that blooms for thee
    So far -- so far away?

The forms that near me breathe and move
  Like visions rise, like visions flee;
I cannot live to other love,
  My soul has crossed the deep to thee
    So far -- so far away!

Earth's gloomy shadows round me close,
  The very heav'ns seem dark to me;
My heavy heart finds no repose,
  And hope swoons dead on yonder sea
    So far -- so far away!

The moon is sinking fast my love,
The stars now shine less bright
With a heavy heart must I depart,
Good night, my love, good night.

Heav'n guard thee through the tardy hours,
And speed the morning's flight.
I'll soon return to my heart's sojourn,
Good night, my love, good night.

The moon has sunk at last, my love,
The stars will hold their light
But e'en in my dreams thine eyes shall beam,
Good night, my love, good night.

Across the hills of the evening
my true love passed away.
The sun went down through the mists on the hills
and the clouds were cold and gray.
And the nightingale calls through the gloom
and the thrush calls all the day,
but my heart, though he should ne'er return,
will call for its love for aye.

Across the hills of the morning
my love returned to me.
The sun arose through the mist of the hills
and sailed in golden sea.
And the nightingale sings to the stars
and the thrush makes glad the day,
for my love shall pass away no more,
and my heart is at peace for aye.