 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
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OH, THE DAYS.
Oh, the days!—oh, the nights!
Dreams and dalliance, precious hours,
Of the starlight, of the flowers,
And the thousand dear delights
We have known in happier bowers!
When, by life untaught,
We had never a thought
Of what life hath brought:
Storm and frost and showers,
Killing all the flowers.
Dreams and dalliance, precious hours,
Of the starlight, of the flowers,
And the thousand dear delights
We have known in happier bowers!
When, by life untaught,
We had never a thought
Of what life hath brought:
Storm and frost and showers,
Killing all the flowers.
We have slept! Oh! the dreams
That sweetened all that sleeping:
Glorious in their blooms and gleams,
Giving way to weeping,
Joy in sorrow steeping.
Ah! too lately taught,
By the woes they brought,
We awake to thought—
Thought, with memory scheming,
To destroy all dreaming.
That sweetened all that sleeping:
Glorious in their blooms and gleams,
Giving way to weeping,
Joy in sorrow steeping.
Ah! too lately taught,
By the woes they brought,
We awake to thought—
Thought, with memory scheming,
To destroy all dreaming.
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