 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
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THE WOODS OF LISNARA
Scene: By the Rio de la Plata.
Beside me fair Rio flows down,
A broad-bosomed bride of the ocean,
The palm lifts aloft its plumed crown,
The fire-flies gleam, myriads in motion:
They light the dark depths of the trees
With fitful flash, quick as an arrow,
More bright came the thyme-scented breeze
In the woods of Lisnara.
A broad-bosomed bride of the ocean,
The palm lifts aloft its plumed crown,
The fire-flies gleam, myriads in motion:
They light the dark depths of the trees
With fitful flash, quick as an arrow,
More bright came the thyme-scented breeze
In the woods of Lisnara.
Like a shower of gems dreamt of at nights,
That shine with the rainbows gay tinting,
Through the chequering shadows and lights
The brilliant bird-jewels are glinting:
And at times a wild choir will rejoice
With music as mighty as sorrow,
More sweet the blue eyes and low voice,
In the woods of Lisnara.
That shine with the rainbows gay tinting,
Through the chequering shadows and lights
The brilliant bird-jewels are glinting:
And at times a wild choir will rejoice
With music as mighty as sorrow,
More sweet the blue eyes and low voice,
In the woods of Lisnara.
This clime is a child of the sun
Where luxuriance sparkles with splendour,
I mind of a less lustrous one
With dewy skies, kindly and tender.
Here wreaths of bright flowers sway around,
I mind of a mound, cold and narrow,
My heart lies away, 'neath the ground
In the woods of Lisnara.
Where luxuriance sparkles with splendour,
I mind of a less lustrous one
With dewy skies, kindly and tender.
Here wreaths of bright flowers sway around,
I mind of a mound, cold and narrow,
My heart lies away, 'neath the ground
In the woods of Lisnara.
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