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IN A LADY'S ALBUM.
Songstress, when at dew-fall,
Wandering in May,
I shall hear the warblers
Singing down the day,
While the yellow “May-fly”
Hovers o'er the brook,
Watching its own shadow
With a lover's look;
Wheresoe'er it be,
Often thus and long,
I shall think of thee,
And thy grace of song.
Wandering in May,
I shall hear the warblers
Singing down the day,
While the yellow “May-fly”
Hovers o'er the brook,
Watching its own shadow
With a lover's look;
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Often thus and long,
I shall think of thee,
And thy grace of song.
When in vernal hedge-banks,
Under hawthorn trees,
“Pansies” archly ask me,
Is your heart at ease?
Then thy verse remembering,
Verse in Music's dress,
Verse that scents those flowers,
I shall answer—“Yes.”
Bird and quivering insect,
Flower and “honey-bee,”
All shall be memorials
Of thy song and thee.
Under hawthorn trees,
“Pansies” archly ask me,
Is your heart at ease?
Then thy verse remembering,
Verse in Music's dress,
Verse that scents those flowers,
I shall answer—“Yes.”
Bird and quivering insect,
Flower and “honey-bee,”
All shall be memorials
Of thy song and thee.
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