[Poems by Halleck in] Fitz-Greene Halleck : An Early Knickerbocker Wit and Poet | ||
The Wild-Flower Wreath
The wild-flower wreath, though faded, love,
Which you have sent to me,
A bright remembrance still doth prove
Of hours I 've past with thee.
Which you have sent to me,
A bright remembrance still doth prove
Of hours I 've past with thee.
O, dear to me their native fields,
And valleys ever green;
There Nature every beauty yields
To deck her sylvan scene.
And valleys ever green;
There Nature every beauty yields
To deck her sylvan scene.
How often on their banks we've strayed,
Or sought the shady grove,
When the lake 's bright sunbeams played,
And fragrant garlands wove.
Or sought the shady grove,
When the lake 's bright sunbeams played,
And fragrant garlands wove.
In Memory's eye their bloom shall last,
Preserved with fondest care,
Secure from ev'ry wintry blast,
Till I to thee repair.
Preserved with fondest care,
Secure from ev'ry wintry blast,
Till I to thee repair.
Then love shall weave a brighter wreath,
Of flowers which ne'er shall fade;
And sighs which we in absence breathe
By joy shall be o'erpaid.
Of flowers which ne'er shall fade;
And sighs which we in absence breathe
By joy shall be o'erpaid.
[Poems by Halleck in] Fitz-Greene Halleck : An Early Knickerbocker Wit and Poet | ||