Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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To Lydia.
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XXXVI.
To Lydia.
Say, while within my arms
Thus I enclose thee,
One little fond request
Canst thou refuse me—
From thy dark auburn locks
One little token,
To tell love's early ties
Must not be broken?
Thus I enclose thee,
One little fond request
Canst thou refuse me—
From thy dark auburn locks
One little token,
To tell love's early ties
Must not be broken?
When far away from thee
Fate has remov'd me,
'Twill tell young Lydia's heart
Once dearly lov'd me;
'Twill make sweet thoughts of thee
Far on the billows—
Hours when you walk'd with me
'Mong the green willows.
Fate has remov'd me,
'Twill tell young Lydia's heart
Once dearly lov'd me;
'Twill make sweet thoughts of thee
Far on the billows—
Hours when you walk'd with me
'Mong the green willows.
Fancy shall then recall
Hours of sweet childhood—
Days when we gather'd flowers
Deep in the wildwood:
When o'er us th' hawthorn spread
Spring's shaggy blossom,
And first thy auburn locks
Lay on my bosom.
Hours of sweet childhood—
Days when we gather'd flowers
Deep in the wildwood:
When o'er us th' hawthorn spread
Spring's shaggy blossom,
And first thy auburn locks
Lay on my bosom.
Weep not, my kindest maid!
Days are remaining,
Yet shall thy loving heart
Meet its companion;
Then shall affection's sigh
Mark the true-hearted,
When hearts shall meet again
Long have been parted.
Days are remaining,
Yet shall thy loving heart
Meet its companion;
Then shall affection's sigh
Mark the true-hearted,
When hearts shall meet again
Long have been parted.
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