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A SONG.

[Have you marked the silver mist]

Have you marked the silver mist,
When rising from the stream or furrow,
Just as day's first beam hath kissed
The mountain-tops that wish good morrow?
So, deceiving thoughtless youth,
From the heart where hope enshrined it,
Fleets the dream of love and truth,
Leaving nought but tears behind it.
Where's the sun that with its ray
Shall dry those tears for rapture vanished?
Can its brightest joys repay
The heart for those its beam hath banished?
Noon may pass, and evening mild
Fling her wreaths of shadows round it;
But none half so sweet and wild
As the one at morn that bound it.