 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
NEVERMORE.
Lov'd one, when I saw thee last,
O'er the billow came the blast,
Twilight gray its shadow cast
Over the shore.
As onward bore my bark to sea,
And backward turn'd my gaze on thee,
Something coldly whisper'd me,
“No—Nevermore.”
Was it fancy, was it fear,
Startled thus the lover's ear?
Or would fate my doom foreshow
In that mystic voice of woe?
Voice of woe, prophetic knell
O'er that sad, that last farewell,
For I saw my Isabel—
Ah!—Nevermore!
O'er the billow came the blast,
Twilight gray its shadow cast
Over the shore.
As onward bore my bark to sea,
And backward turn'd my gaze on thee,
Something coldly whisper'd me,
“No—Nevermore.”
Was it fancy, was it fear,
Startled thus the lover's ear?
Or would fate my doom foreshow
In that mystic voice of woe?
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O'er that sad, that last farewell,
For I saw my Isabel—
Ah!—Nevermore!
For many a year from that sad day
That bore me from my love away,
Still that chilling voice would say,
“No—Nevermore!”
When, at last, the tidings came,
Bearing me a blighted name,
Did Love light another flame?
Ah—Nevermore.
Nevermore the sparkling spell
In this mournful heart can dwell;
Yet the shade of Bella's grace,
Coldly haunts the lonely place:
Vain the challenge Beauty tries,
From blooming lips and beaming eyes,
Still this aching heart replies,
“No—Nevermore!”
That bore me from my love away,
Still that chilling voice would say,
“No—Nevermore!”
When, at last, the tidings came,
Bearing me a blighted name,
Did Love light another flame?
Ah—Nevermore.
Nevermore the sparkling spell
In this mournful heart can dwell;
Yet the shade of Bella's grace,
Coldly haunts the lonely place:
Vain the challenge Beauty tries,
From blooming lips and beaming eyes,
Still this aching heart replies,
“No—Nevermore!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |