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The Heath is Green.
1816.
The heath is green on Roseden Edge,
The sweet-brier rose begins to bloom;
While mingle, on its southern ledge,
The milk-white thorn, and yellow broom.
The sweet-brier rose begins to bloom;
While mingle, on its southern ledge,
The milk-white thorn, and yellow broom.
But heavy snow concealed the heath,
And loaded every bloomless bough,
When—love's sincerest vows to breathe—
I met my Fair on yonder brow.
And loaded every bloomless bough,
When—love's sincerest vows to breathe—
I met my Fair on yonder brow.
Our troth had passed at noon to meet,
And there at noon we kindly met;
Our hearts were true, our words were sweet,
At eve we parted with regret!
And there at noon we kindly met;
Our hearts were true, our words were sweet,
At eve we parted with regret!
I have been blest in rosy bower,
I have been blest on daisied lea;
But daisied lea, nor rosy bower
E'er matched that snowy bank to me!
I have been blest on daisied lea;
But daisied lea, nor rosy bower
E'er matched that snowy bank to me!
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O, love it cheers the hardest lot,
O, love it soothes the keenest woe,
It makes a palace of a cot,—
It warms the chill of winter's snow!
O, love it soothes the keenest woe,
It makes a palace of a cot,—
It warms the chill of winter's snow!
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