 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
HOMESICK.
The lamps are all lighted—how brightly they gleam!
The music is flowing, soft stream upon stream,
While youths and fair maidens, untroubled with care,
Half blush as they whisper, How happy we are!
The music is flowing, soft stream upon stream,
While youths and fair maidens, untroubled with care,
Half blush as they whisper, How happy we are!
Well, braid up your tresses with gems as you may,
Fly light through the dances, and smile and be gay;
The glow of the roses, the flow of the wine,
Are not for a bosom so weary as mine.
Fly light through the dances, and smile and be gay;
The glow of the roses, the flow of the wine,
Are not for a bosom so weary as mine.
O give me a cottage half-hid in the leaves,
With vines on the windows, and birds on the eaves,
And a heart there whose warm tide shall flow like the sea,
But never, O never, for any but me!
With vines on the windows, and birds on the eaves,
And a heart there whose warm tide shall flow like the sea,
But never, O never, for any but me!
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