Fragments and Fancies By the Lady E. Stuart-Wortley |
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SONG,
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. |
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SONG, ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.
In the time of blossoms and of birds,
We wept our whispered farewell words!
Those haunting sounds, that oft return,
To dreaming ears and hearts that mourn!
We wept our whispered farewell words!
Those haunting sounds, that oft return,
To dreaming ears and hearts that mourn!
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The air was one charmed world of sound,
A waste of colours seemed the ground;
Rich was the greensward's rainbowed breast,
With flowers by their own sweets oppressed!
A waste of colours seemed the ground;
Rich was the greensward's rainbowed breast,
With flowers by their own sweets oppressed!
In the time of blossoms and of birds,
We wept our whispered farewell words;
But Hope still lingered—sweetly near—
And charmed away the gathering tear.
We wept our whispered farewell words;
But Hope still lingered—sweetly near—
And charmed away the gathering tear.
Life was one hurrying burning dream—
One chainless and exulting stream
Of witcheries—glories—and delights—
Doomed to endure Time's cankering blights.
One chainless and exulting stream
Of witcheries—glories—and delights—
Doomed to endure Time's cankering blights.
Oh! fearful was the awakening hour,
Fearful its trace of withering power!
And Memory's whispers, sadly still—
Through all my trembling being thrill!
Fearful its trace of withering power!
And Memory's whispers, sadly still—
Through all my trembling being thrill!
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