In Cornwall and Across the Sea With Poems Written in Devonshire. By Douglas B. W. Sladen |
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THE BARBED ARROW.
They tell me he is light of love,
And cares for no one well,
That wont his fancy is to rove
Like fawns upon the fell.
I know not this, I know not aught
Save that we are apart,
And oh! I would that I had caught
The key-note of his heart.
And cares for no one well,
That wont his fancy is to rove
Like fawns upon the fell.
I know not this, I know not aught
Save that we are apart,
And oh! I would that I had caught
The key-note of his heart.
'Tis not that we have plighted troth;
We never spoke of love,
But just the glad converse of youth
With laughter interwove.
'Twas thus, they say, he used to talk
With many another maid,
Amid the glory of a walk
By morning in the glade.
We never spoke of love,
But just the glad converse of youth
With laughter interwove.
'Twas thus, they say, he used to talk
With many another maid,
Amid the glory of a walk
By morning in the glade.
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Alas it is not morning now,
And he is not with me;
And yet I am his own I vow
Whosever own he be;
If he has loved so many well,
Loved by so many been,
Does it not prove him loveable
Although it prove my teen?
And he is not with me;
And yet I am his own I vow
Whosever own he be;
If he has loved so many well,
Loved by so many been,
Does it not prove him loveable
Although it prove my teen?
O voice of youth and mirth come back,
And wear his own dear form,
To haunt the old familiar track,
With friendship's rays once warm,
Though other maids were there before
And others on me press,
O suffer me to make one more
And spare me one caress!
And wear his own dear form,
To haunt the old familiar track,
With friendship's rays once warm,
Though other maids were there before
And others on me press,
O suffer me to make one more
And spare me one caress!
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