 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
MY HOPE IS IN THE YELLOW LEAF.
My hope is in the yellow leaf,
My dream is of the Past;
My early joy hath brought me grief,
My early profit waste;
And still, the greatest grief of all,
Is that too late I know,
How easy 'twas to scape the fall,
That laid my fortunes low.
My dream is of the Past;
My early joy hath brought me grief,
My early profit waste;
And still, the greatest grief of all,
Is that too late I know,
How easy 'twas to scape the fall,
That laid my fortunes low.
We shed the tear from vain remorse,
To think, could Time restore,
How easy 'twere to sweep the course,
That opes for us no more.
Forgetfulness! Forgetfulness!
O Lethe! where art thou,
The thought to hush, that can not bless,
And brings no wisdom now?
To think, could Time restore,
How easy 'twere to sweep the course,
That opes for us no more.
Forgetfulness! Forgetfulness!
O Lethe! where art thou,
The thought to hush, that can not bless,
And brings no wisdom now?
| Areytos or songs and ballads of the South | |