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Ah! whither can my Errol stray?
The jonquille bud is seen;
Soft beams among the dew drops play,
The infant leaves are green.
The violet opes her azure eye,
The willow waves her locks,
The honeyed columbine on high
Hangs blushing from the rocks.
The jonquille bud is seen;
Soft beams among the dew drops play,
The infant leaves are green.
The violet opes her azure eye,
The willow waves her locks,
The honeyed columbine on high
Hangs blushing from the rocks.
In such a season all that's dear
Seems fairer, lovelier, still—
When will thy distant form appear
Beneath the blue crowned hill?
Oh, dearer than the vital air
That keeps my soul with me,
Can all the fath and love I bear
Be dull and lost to thee?—
Seems fairer, lovelier, still—
When will thy distant form appear
Beneath the blue crowned hill?
Oh, dearer than the vital air
That keeps my soul with me,
Can all the fath and love I bear
Be dull and lost to thee?—
'Tis said—sweet sun-beams, is it so?
My country's sons are cold,
That, here, young Love lays down his bow
To barb his darts with gold,—
But, Errol, no!—thy cheek, thine eye,
Thy lip disdaining art,
Thy changeful brow—thy bursting sigh,
Each, all, declare a heart.
My country's sons are cold,
That, here, young Love lays down his bow
To barb his darts with gold,—
But, Errol, no!—thy cheek, thine eye,
Thy lip disdaining art,
Thy changeful brow—thy bursting sigh,
Each, all, declare a heart.
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Ah! more I fear some radiant fair
Has spread her spell of charms
Soft o'er the varying pulses there,
And lures thee to her arms.
Yet, couldst thou doom these eyes to tears
That draw their light from thee,
Ye winds, receive my doubts and fears!
He comes, he comes to me!
Has spread her spell of charms
Soft o'er the varying pulses there,
And lures thee to her arms.
Yet, couldst thou doom these eyes to tears
That draw their light from thee,
Ye winds, receive my doubts and fears!
He comes, he comes to me!
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