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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[VII. “O, rest thee here in silent bower]
“O, rest thee here in silent bower;—
The noon-shut folds its yellow flower,
The air shines quivering o'er the hill,
And all around is hushed and still.
The noon-shut folds its yellow flower,
The air shines quivering o'er the hill,
And all around is hushed and still.
“On mossy pillow lay thee here.
A spring, so cool, is bubbling near;—
O, lay thee down!—a draught I'll bring,
So clear and sparkling, from that spring.
A spring, so cool, is bubbling near;—
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So clear and sparkling, from that spring.
“Ah! thou a long and weary way
Hast travelled through the sultry day;—
Close soft thy eyes, and I will keep
Watch o'er thee in thy gentle sleep.
Hast travelled through the sultry day;—
Close soft thy eyes, and I will keep
Watch o'er thee in thy gentle sleep.
“My heart is rich,—my hand is free,
However poor and low I be:
I have but little in my store;—
I give thee all,—what could I more?”
However poor and low I be:
I have but little in my store;—
I give thee all,—what could I more?”
“Thy cup I drink, and now I close
My weary eyes in sweet repose.
Thy heart is rich,—thy hand is free!
A princess, thou shalt go with me.”
My weary eyes in sweet repose.
Thy heart is rich,—thy hand is free!
A princess, thou shalt go with me.”
The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||