 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
LONG I LIVED IN FANCIES.
Long I lived in fancies,
Heart and mind at play;
Dream'd through bright romances,
Night and day;
Loved too well the dreaming,
Much to think of self;
Knew no arts of scheming
After power or pelf.
Heart and mind at play;
Dream'd through bright romances,
Night and day;
Loved too well the dreaming,
Much to think of self;
Knew no arts of scheming
After power or pelf.
Life was nought but loving
Love the only true;
And, with fancies roving,
Love was all I knew;
I had never a count or care
Of the fleeting hours,
Since my wings, when not in air,
Were among the flowers!
Love the only true;
And, with fancies roving,
Love was all I knew;
I had never a count or care
Of the fleeting hours,
Since my wings, when not in air,
Were among the flowers!
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To be loved, was ever
All my want and art;
To be held forever
Close to one sweet heart!
Though on wing still roving,
I had but one quest—
To find the mate for loving
In a single nest.
All my want and art;
To be held forever
Close to one sweet heart!
Though on wing still roving,
I had but one quest—
To find the mate for loving
In a single nest.
Ah! the worldly fashion
Ever mock'd at mine,
And my foolish passion
Was not thine.
Seeking sway o'er many,
Thou hast captured none;
And, unloved of any,
We are both undone!
Ever mock'd at mine,
And my foolish passion
Was not thine.
Seeking sway o'er many,
Thou hast captured none;
And, unloved of any,
We are both undone!
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