 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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A SONG.
[What is it makes me tremble]
What is it makes me tremble
When he is murmuring near,
In tones of which the melody
Still lingers on the ear?
'Tis that another fairer,
More loved, is by his side,
Her eyes so bright, while mine grew dim
With tears I tried to hide.
When he is murmuring near,
In tones of which the melody
Still lingers on the ear?
'Tis that another fairer,
More loved, is by his side,
Her eyes so bright, while mine grew dim
With tears I tried to hide.
What is it, when we're parted
That breaks the magic spell,
And leaves behind a something
That seems so like “Farewell”?
'Tis that his words of friendship
Make slumbering sorrow start,
And his adieu to hopes of love
That cling around my heart.
That breaks the magic spell,
And leaves behind a something
That seems so like “Farewell”?
'Tis that his words of friendship
Make slumbering sorrow start,
And his adieu to hopes of love
That cling around my heart.
What is it, makes me cherish
The flowers he loved to see,
And water oft the lifeless leaves
With tears of memory?
'Tis that my love-dream dies not,
Though every hope be gone,
As gentle blossoms perish, while
The cruel thorns live on.
The flowers he loved to see,
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With tears of memory?
'Tis that my love-dream dies not,
Though every hope be gone,
As gentle blossoms perish, while
The cruel thorns live on.
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |