 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
TO THE EVENING ZEPHYR.
I sit where the wild bee is humming,
And listen in vain for thy song;
I 've waited before for thy coming,
But never, oh! never so long.
And listen in vain for thy song;
I 've waited before for thy coming,
But never, oh! never so long.
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How oft with the blue sky above us,
And waves breaking light on the shore,
Thou, knowing they would not reprove us,
Hast kissed me a thousand times o'er!
And waves breaking light on the shore,
Thou, knowing they would not reprove us,
Hast kissed me a thousand times o'er!
So sweet were thy dewy embraces,
Thy falsity who could believe!
Some phantom thy fondness effaces—
Thou couldst not have aimed to deceive!
Thy falsity who could believe!
Some phantom thy fondness effaces—
Thou couldst not have aimed to deceive!
Thou toldest thy love for me never,
But all the bright stars in the skies,
Though striving to do so forever,
Could scarcely have numbered thy sighs.
But all the bright stars in the skies,
Though striving to do so forever,
Could scarcely have numbered thy sighs.
Alone in the gathering shadows,
Still waiting, sweet Zephyr, for thee,
I look for the waves of the meadows,
And dimples to dot the blue sea.
Still waiting, sweet Zephyr, for thee,
I look for the waves of the meadows,
And dimples to dot the blue sea.
The blossoms that waited to greet thee
With heat of the noontide opprest,
Now flutter so lightly to meet thee,
Thou 'rt coming, I know, from the West.
With heat of the noontide opprest,
Now flutter so lightly to meet thee,
Thou 'rt coming, I know, from the West.
Alas! if thou findest me pouting,
'T is only my love that alarms;
Forgive, then, I pray thee, my doubting,
And take me once more to thy arms!
'T is only my love that alarms;
Forgive, then, I pray thee, my doubting,
And take me once more to thy arms!
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