Ah, for wings to soar (Anonymous)

Ah! for wings to soar,
O’er the dark blue sea;
Speeding from this exile shore,
To live and die with thee.

The year seems bright, when hope’s soft star
Shone out its light across our way;
And every hill and vale afar
Was gladdened by its ray.

Ah! for one sweet word
Whispered in mine ear;
Stirring as it oft hath stirred
My heart with memories dear.

The years roll on, and hope one strong grows
faint and weary with delay,
Ah, me! how earnestly I long to thee to fly away!