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IN ARCADY
You have been in Arcady?
Say you so? say you so?
Where its peaceful rivers flow
Do you know? do you know?
Tell me quickly, tell me true,
If the road is plain to you,
Which way runs the path that leads
To its fragrant, flowery meads?
Say you so? say you so?
Where its peaceful rivers flow
Do you know? do you know?
Tell me quickly, tell me true,
If the road is plain to you,
Which way runs the path that leads
To its fragrant, flowery meads?
Once I dwelt in Arcady—
But 'twas long, long ago!
Oft I heard its soft winds blow,
Sweet and low, sweet and low;
Once from morn till dewy night
Rose its white towers in my sight,
Like the castles wondrous fair
Fancy paints in upper air.
Yes, we went to Arcady,—
Oh, how long, long ago!
Youth and Love and I together
In the early summer weather,
When the skies were bright and blue,
And the earth was fresh with dew,—
Ah, full well the way we knew
Then, to happy Arcady!
But 'twas long, long ago!
Oft I heard its soft winds blow,
Sweet and low, sweet and low;
Once from morn till dewy night
Rose its white towers in my sight,
Like the castles wondrous fair
Fancy paints in upper air.
Yes, we went to Arcady,—
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Youth and Love and I together
In the early summer weather,
When the skies were bright and blue,
And the earth was fresh with dew,—
Ah, full well the way we knew
Then, to happy Arcady!
Youth still dwells in Arcady,
As so long, long ago!
Love still hears its soft winds blow
Sweet and low, sweet and low!
I alone have lost the way;
I alone no longer stray
Where its perfect roses gleam
Like the splendors of a dream;
I shall see thee never more,
Arcady, dear Arcady!
As so long, long ago!
Love still hears its soft winds blow
Sweet and low, sweet and low!
I alone have lost the way;
I alone no longer stray
Where its perfect roses gleam
Like the splendors of a dream;
I shall see thee never more,
Arcady, dear Arcady!
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