Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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I DREAM NOT NOW.
I dream not now—the charm is fled,
And now I wake to woe;
For him I hold the same as dead,
Whence all my life did flow.
I dream not now—yet, oh! how bright
The fleeting phantom shone;
It came in joy and went in light—
The lovely vision's gone!
And now I wake to woe;
For him I hold the same as dead,
Whence all my life did flow.
I dream not now—yet, oh! how bright
The fleeting phantom shone;
It came in joy and went in light—
The lovely vision's gone!
If love is such a pleasing dream,
Why does it pass so soon?—
A flower of morn—why does it seem
To wither ere its noon?
Or rather since its soul's away—
Bright gem of heavenly dew—
Why lonely do I ling'ring stay,
Nor fade and wither too?
Why does it pass so soon?—
A flower of morn—why does it seem
To wither ere its noon?
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Bright gem of heavenly dew—
Why lonely do I ling'ring stay,
Nor fade and wither too?
Alas! the green leaf braves the blast,
When summer breezes blow;
But when the wind of autumn's past,
You mark it sered and low!
And now since Love's young summer's o'er,
Which nought to me could save,
Soon winter with its hollow roar
Shall murmur o'er my grave!
When summer breezes blow;
But when the wind of autumn's past,
You mark it sered and low!
And now since Love's young summer's o'er,
Which nought to me could save,
Soon winter with its hollow roar
Shall murmur o'er my grave!
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