The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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NO MORE
The sweet green flowerful laughing summers coming
Again shall shine;
Again the June wind's subtle fingers strumming
Shall shake the pine;
Again the yellow-banded bee go humming
O'er clover and vine.
Again shall shine;
Again the June wind's subtle fingers strumming
Shall shake the pine;
Again the yellow-banded bee go humming
O'er clover and vine.
Again the long waves, wonderful in whiteness,
Shall storm the shore;
Again the moon pour forth her regal brightness
For stars to adore;
Yea, some shall love with the old unchanged heart-lightness,
But we no more.
Shall storm the shore;
Again the moon pour forth her regal brightness
For stars to adore;
Yea, some shall love with the old unchanged heart-lightness,
But we no more.
Weary the world seems; like a woman colder,
Whose soft lips said
“I love you” yestereve,—against whose shoulder
We leaned our head:
She is changed to-day; and all the world's grown older!
Its charm is fled!
Whose soft lips said
“I love you” yestereve,—against whose shoulder
We leaned our head:
She is changed to-day; and all the world's grown older!
Its charm is fled!
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