The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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“WHAT LOVEST THOU?” |
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“WHAT LOVEST THOU?”
I love the song of tender feeling
Fair lips begin;
I love soft eyes of light, revealing
The soul within.
Fair lips begin;
I love soft eyes of light, revealing
The soul within.
I love the lark of summer, winging
Its song-cheered way;
And dear to me the mavis, singing
Her evening lay.
Its song-cheered way;
And dear to me the mavis, singing
Her evening lay.
Sweet is the violet returning
To starlit sleep;
And fair the rosebud of the morning,
Where dewdrops weep.
To starlit sleep;
And fair the rosebud of the morning,
Where dewdrops weep.
I seek the stream of gentle flowing,
Where suns are bright;
And hail the chastened moon bestowing
Her silver light.
Where suns are bright;
And hail the chastened moon bestowing
Her silver light.
I trace the shades of sunset, fleeting
O'er the blue tide;
And dancing waves the day-beam meeting
As if in pride.
O'er the blue tide;
And dancing waves the day-beam meeting
As if in pride.
I seek the spot where fairies dancing
Have traced their path
(When midnight stars are brightly glancing)
To tempt their wrath.
Have traced their path
(When midnight stars are brightly glancing)
To tempt their wrath.
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Lady, there's not a light ray streaming
From skies above,
On earth there's not a flowret beaming
I do not love!
From skies above,
On earth there's not a flowret beaming
I do not love!
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