 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
57
A SONG
[Again, again to the mountain's crest]
Again, again to the mountain's crest
Let us hasten when day is closing,
And mark the sun on the golden breast
Of the sea below reposing.
For love has hallowed that rocky seat,
Where we murmured his language first;
And the sunset hour seems doubly sweet
On the spot where our joy was nursed.
Let us hasten when day is closing,
And mark the sun on the golden breast
Of the sea below reposing.
For love has hallowed that rocky seat,
Where we murmured his language first;
And the sunset hour seems doubly sweet
On the spot where our joy was nursed.
Again! again in the deepening shade
Of the ilex there reclining,
We will list to the fairy music made
By the night-bird's fond repining.
Oft have we mingled our happy sighs
With the sobs of that warbler lone;
And, blessed in the light of each other's eyes,
Never knew that the days had flown.
Of the ilex there reclining,
We will list to the fairy music made
By the night-bird's fond repining.
Oft have we mingled our happy sighs
With the sobs of that warbler lone;
And, blessed in the light of each other's eyes,
Never knew that the days had flown.
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |