 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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THE DREAM OF THE LOCK
I dreamed I clasped a silken curl
Of mingled gold and brown;
And oh! twas like the sunny rays
That streamed so brightly down.
Of mingled gold and brown;
And oh! twas like the sunny rays
That streamed so brightly down.
I wist it was some elfin sprite
All beautifully fair;
Who bathed her brow in pearly dew,
That wore the glossy hair.
All beautifully fair;
Who bathed her brow in pearly dew,
That wore the glossy hair.
But then I heard a silv'ery voice,
Soft as the gale at eve,—
It murmured in my list'ning ear
'Twas bright Genevieve,
Soft as the gale at eve,—
It murmured in my list'ning ear
'Twas bright Genevieve,
How wild the joy that filled my heart
And danced in every vein;
Like laughing rills, whose leaping course
Their banks can scarce contain.
And danced in every vein;
Like laughing rills, whose leaping course
Their banks can scarce contain.
But ah, the scenes of love and joy
That gladden in a dream:—
They shine as bright they pass as soon
As ripples o'er the stream.
That gladden in a dream:—
They shine as bright they pass as soon
As ripples o'er the stream.
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