... ■WATCHING AND WISHING Oh, vroald I were the golden light That shines around thee now, As slumber shades the spotless white that unclouded brow ! It watches through each changeful dream Thy features’ varied play; It meets thy waking eyes' soft gleam By dawn—by op'ning day. Oh, would I were the crimson veil Above thy couch of snow, To dye that cheek so soft, so pale, With reflected glow ! Oh, ...