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A VALENTINE.
(For my Little Sweetheart, La Fée Blanche.)
The merry bells go singing by,
The hills are white and drear,
And all alone and sad I lie,
And watch the skies grow clear;
The skies that spread o'er thy dear head,
Far, far away from here.
The hills are white and drear,
And all alone and sad I lie,
And watch the skies grow clear;
The skies that spread o'er thy dear head,
Far, far away from here.
I see thy fringed and tender eyes,
Thy soft and flitting smile,
Across a sea of cloud they rise
My vision to beguile.
Ah, sweet above all other love
That wistful baby smile!
Thy soft and flitting smile,
Across a sea of cloud they rise
My vision to beguile.
Ah, sweet above all other love
That wistful baby smile!
I feel the clinging arms once more,
The dear voice comes again
The fleet, shy step across the floor—
Oh, is it joy or pain,
Since thou art gone and I alone
To dream such dreams in vain?
The dear voice comes again
The fleet, shy step across the floor—
Oh, is it joy or pain,
Since thou art gone and I alone
To dream such dreams in vain?
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For me the snow-bells gayly ring,
And white the hill-sides glow;
For thee the mock-birds shrilly sing
With orange-blooms for snow.
Thy Spring is there and everywhere,
But mine fled long ago.
And white the hill-sides glow;
For thee the mock-birds shrilly sing
With orange-blooms for snow.
Thy Spring is there and everywhere,
But mine fled long ago.
A weary waste of sea and land
Between us lies to-day;
I cannot clasp that slender hand,
The vision will not stay.
Not even sleep my dream will keep,
With dawn it floats away.
Between us lies to-day;
I cannot clasp that slender hand,
The vision will not stay.
Not even sleep my dream will keep,
With dawn it floats away.
Yet over land and over sea
I send the dream divine,
To tell its lovelorn tale to thee,
Sweetheart and love of mine—
To choose once more, as oft before,
My darling Valentine.
I send the dream divine,
To tell its lovelorn tale to thee,
Sweetheart and love of mine—
To choose once more, as oft before,
My darling Valentine.
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