In My Lady's Praise Being Poems, Old and New: Written to the Honour of Fanny, Lady Arnold and Now Collected for her Memory: By Sir Edwin Arnold |
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In Happy Days.
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In Happy Days.
The harvest-moon stands on the sea,
Her shining rim's adrip;
She gilds the sheaves on many a lea,
The sails on many a ship;
Glitter, sweet Queen, upon the spray,
And glimmer on the heather;
Right fair thy ray to show the way
Where lovers walk together.
Her shining rim's adrip;
She gilds the sheaves on many a lea,
The sails on many a ship;
Glitter, sweet Queen, upon the spray,
And glimmer on the heather;
Right fair thy ray to show the way
Where lovers walk together.
The red wheat rustles, and the vines
Are purple to the root,
And true love, waiting patient, wins
Its blessed time of fruit.
Lamp of all lovers, Lady-moon,
Light these glad lips together
Which reap alone a harvest sown
Long ere September weather.
Are purple to the root,
And true love, waiting patient, wins
Its blessed time of fruit.
Lamp of all lovers, Lady-moon,
Light these glad lips together
Which reap alone a harvest sown
Long ere September weather.
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