 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
THE HAWTHORN SPRAY.
Happy, with that strange happiness
Which Spring spreads o'er the land,
I see a girl, I see a boy,
They are walking hand in hand.
I hear them as they gaily talk,
They heed no future care,
He plucks a flushing hawthorn spray
To deck her fairer hair.
Which Spring spreads o'er the land,
I see a girl, I see a boy,
They are walking hand in hand.
I hear them as they gaily talk,
They heed no future care,
He plucks a flushing hawthorn spray
To deck her fairer hair.
“And let this be a token now,”
The merry boy exclaims,
“That, some time in the coming years,
We two may link our names.
The may-buds are a symbol meet
Of this our treaty pure,
So may our compact bring us joy
And evermore endure.”
The merry boy exclaims,
“That, some time in the coming years,
We two may link our names.
The may-buds are a symbol meet
Of this our treaty pure,
So may our compact bring us joy
And evermore endure.”
These two—though many years have fled—
Fled like a dream away,
Are still as true of heart as on
That unforgotten day.
And so together oft again
Amid the spring-tide's glow
They walk, remembering thankfully
Their love-pledge long ago.
Fled like a dream away,
Are still as true of heart as on
That unforgotten day.
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Amid the spring-tide's glow
They walk, remembering thankfully
Their love-pledge long ago.
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