Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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 | Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems |  |
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WHEN METEOR-LIGHTS DANCE O'ER THE FEN.
I.
When meteor-lights dance o'er the fen,
I guide the twinkling ray;
I haunt the path of wand'ring men,
And lead their steps astray:
When lovers meet to whisper, then
I prattle all they say;
We vanish in some shady glen
Before the dawn of day.
I guide the twinkling ray;
I haunt the path of wand'ring men,
And lead their steps astray:
When lovers meet to whisper, then
I prattle all they say;
We vanish in some shady glen
Before the dawn of day.
We know the token which unites
Two hearts—no longer two;
We tell the tar on stormy nights
His absent love is true;
We fan the flame of beacon lights,
And all his hopes renew:
When maiden ladies dream of sprites,
We make the lamps burn blue.
Two hearts—no longer two;
We tell the tar on stormy nights
His absent love is true;
We fan the flame of beacon lights,
And all his hopes renew:
When maiden ladies dream of sprites,
We make the lamps burn blue.
II.
I make the pallid misers quake,
In golden chains who dwell;
Ere mortal hopes are hatch'd, I break
The unsubstantial shell:
Before the dawn, the dew I shake
From heath and purple bell;
When stolen kisses rustics take,
We make them kiss and tell.
In golden chains who dwell;
Ere mortal hopes are hatch'd, I break
The unsubstantial shell:
Before the dawn, the dew I shake
From heath and purple bell;
When stolen kisses rustics take,
We make them kiss and tell.
We know the token which unites,
Two hearts—no longer two;
We tell the tar on stormy nights
His absent love is true;
We fan the flame of beacon lights,
And all his hopes renew:
When maiden ladies dream of sprites,
We make the lamps burn blue.
Two hearts—no longer two;
We tell the tar on stormy nights
His absent love is true;
We fan the flame of beacon lights,
And all his hopes renew:
When maiden ladies dream of sprites,
We make the lamps burn blue.
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