Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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VI. I'D BE YOUR SHADOW.
I'd be your shadow, my own dear love!
Your steps I'd follow where'er you rove:
Then I'd resemble the form you wear—
How cold a copy of one so fair!
But I'd not leave you when joy is gone,
Though there's no shadow when there's no sun.
Your steps I'd follow where'er you rove:
Then I'd resemble the form you wear—
How cold a copy of one so fair!
But I'd not leave you when joy is gone,
Though there's no shadow when there's no sun.
I'd be your echo, my own dear love!
Unseen I'd follow where'er you rove.
Each word you utter, I would repeat,
How vain to rival a voice so sweet!
But I'd be with you when dark days come,
Though faithless echo in storms is dumb.
Unseen I'd follow where'er you rove.
Each word you utter, I would repeat,
How vain to rival a voice so sweet!
But I'd be with you when dark days come,
Though faithless echo in storms is dumb.
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