Metrical Tales and other poems by Samuel Lover Illustrated by W. Harvey, Hablot K. Browne, Kenny Meadows, F. Skill, and P. Skelton |
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THE FORSAKEN.
Let us talk of grief no more
Till the bat is flying;
Fitter mem'ry's sadd'ning lore
When the day is dying,
When the joyous sun hath fled,
And weeping dews around are shed:
Sad things are most fitly said,
When the night wind's sighing.
Till the bat is flying;
Fitter mem'ry's sadd'ning lore
When the day is dying,
When the joyous sun hath fled,
And weeping dews around are shed:
Sad things are most fitly said,
When the night wind's sighing.
Sighing round some lonely tow'r
Where, within, is mourning;
And on the hearth, at midnight hour,
Low the brands are burning.
There the embers, fading fast,
(Relics of a glowing past)
Tell of fires too fierce to last:—
Love knows no returning.
Where, within, is mourning;
And on the hearth, at midnight hour,
Low the brands are burning.
There the embers, fading fast,
(Relics of a glowing past)
Tell of fires too fierce to last:—
Love knows no returning.
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