 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
PRIMO AMORE.
Where the amorous Winds deflowered
The wild Roses in their bloom,
Whose sweet hearts were overpowered
With the richness of perfume—
Through the Woodlands ever sunny,
In the South-land far away,
Where the wild bees gather honey,
We went wandering all the day—
Wandering all the live-long day—
Wandering, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
The wild Roses in their bloom,
Whose sweet hearts were overpowered
With the richness of perfume—
Through the Woodlands ever sunny,
In the South-land far away,
Where the wild bees gather honey,
We went wandering all the day—
Wandering all the live-long day—
Wandering, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
As the Moon will trouble Ocean,
Though her face doth calmly shine;
So, my heart was all emotion,
While contentment dwelt in thine.
For my sadness was the wanting
Of that confidence in thee,
Which thy fond heart, early granting,
Made this world like Heaven to me—
While we wandered all the day—
Wandered, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
Though her face doth calmly shine;
So, my heart was all emotion,
While contentment dwelt in thine.
For my sadness was the wanting
Of that confidence in thee,
Which thy fond heart, early granting,
Made this world like Heaven to me—
While we wandered all the day—
Wandered, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
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As some calm, clear, azure river
Clothes the banks it rolls between,
With soft verdure, which, forever,
By its waves are kept so green;
So, thy love for me down-flowing
In affection's river bright,
Greens my heart—(with passion glowing—)
With the Spring of pure Delight—
While we wander all the day—
Wander, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
Clothes the banks it rolls between,
With soft verdure, which, forever,
By its waves are kept so green;
So, thy love for me down-flowing
In affection's river bright,
Greens my heart—(with passion glowing—)
With the Spring of pure Delight—
While we wander all the day—
Wander, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
Oh! then, Dearest! never leave me,
While my heart keeps true to thine;
For no grief can ever grieve me,
If thine own prove true to mine;
And, through Woodlands ever sunny,
In the South-land far away,
Where the wild bees gather honey,
We will wander all the day—
Wander all the live-long day—
Wander, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
While my heart keeps true to thine;
For no grief can ever grieve me,
If thine own prove true to mine;
And, through Woodlands ever sunny,
In the South-land far away,
Where the wild bees gather honey,
We will wander all the day—
Wander all the live-long day—
Wander, singing, all the day,
In the South-land far away.
New York, May 10, 1842.
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