 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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STANZAS.
[When Aurora first uncloses her eyes of orient light]
When Aurora first uncloses her eyes of orient light,
And leaves the ebon chambers of the dreamy god of night—
When dews are brightly gleaming upon each flow'r and tree,
Ah then I mourn for thee, my love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
And leaves the ebon chambers of the dreamy god of night—
When dews are brightly gleaming upon each flow'r and tree,
Ah then I mourn for thee, my love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
When in meridian splendour Sol blazes in the sky,
And droop earth's fairest daughters 'neath the brightness of his eye—
When every song-bird rests awhile amid the shade so free,
Ah then I mourn for thee, my love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
And droop earth's fairest daughters 'neath the brightness of his eye—
When every song-bird rests awhile amid the shade so free,
Ah then I mourn for thee, my love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
And when the moon at evening hour looks sadly o'er the earth,
And sheds a ghostlike shadow o'er th' abode of gone by mirth—
When thoughts and teeming fancies are with the happy, free,
Then, then I mourn for thee, my love—I mourn, dear love, for thee!
And sheds a ghostlike shadow o'er th' abode of gone by mirth—
When thoughts and teeming fancies are with the happy, free,
Then, then I mourn for thee, my love—I mourn, dear love, for thee!
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And if the stars are shining bright, do I not call one thine?
And then methinks 'twere wickedness at thy high lot to pine;
But should one envious cloud o'ershade their glory all from me,
Ah then! ah then! I mourn thee, love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
And then methinks 'twere wickedness at thy high lot to pine;
But should one envious cloud o'ershade their glory all from me,
Ah then! ah then! I mourn thee, love—dear love, I mourn for thee!
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