 | The writings of James Russell Lowell |  |
SONG
O moonlight deep and tender,
A year and more agone,
Your mist of golden splendor
Round my betrothal shone!
A year and more agone,
Your mist of golden splendor
Round my betrothal shone!
O elm-leaves dark and dewy,
The very same ye seem,
The low wind trembles through ye,
Ye murmur in my dream!
The very same ye seem,
The low wind trembles through ye,
Ye murmur in my dream!
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O river, dim with distance,
Flow thus forever by,
A part of my existence
Within your heart doth lie!
Flow thus forever by,
A part of my existence
Within your heart doth lie!
O stars, ye saw our meeting,
Two beings and one soul,
Two hearts so madly beating
To mingle and be whole!
Two beings and one soul,
Two hearts so madly beating
To mingle and be whole!
O happy night, deliver
Her kisses back to me,
Or keep them all, and give her
A blissful dream of me!
Her kisses back to me,
Or keep them all, and give her
A blissful dream of me!
| The writings of James Russell Lowell | |