Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations |
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OH, NEVER! NO, NEVER! |
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OH, NEVER! NO, NEVER!
Oh! never, no, never,
Thou'lt meet me again!
Thy spirit for ever
Has burst from its chain;
The links thou hast broken
Are all that remain,
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.
Thou'lt meet me again!
Thy spirit for ever
Has burst from its chain;
The links thou hast broken
Are all that remain,
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.
Like the sound of the viol,
That dies on the blast;
Like the shade on the dial,
Thy spirit has pass'd.
The breezes blow round me,
But give back no strain;
The shade on the dial
Returns not again.
That dies on the blast;
Like the shade on the dial,
Thy spirit has pass'd.
The breezes blow round me,
But give back no strain;
The shade on the dial
Returns not again.
Where roses enshrined thee,
In light trellis'd shade,
Still hoping to find thee,
How oft have I strayed!
Thy desolate dwelling
I traverse in vain;—
The stillness has whisper'd,
Thou'lt ne'er come again.
In light trellis'd shade,
Still hoping to find thee,
How oft have I strayed!
Thy desolate dwelling
I traverse in vain;—
The stillness has whisper'd,
Thou'lt ne'er come again.
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I still haste to meet thee,
When footsteps I hear;
And start, when to greet me
Thou dost not appear;
Then afresh o'er my spirit
Steals mem'ry of pain,—
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.
When footsteps I hear;
And start, when to greet me
Thou dost not appear;
Then afresh o'er my spirit
Steals mem'ry of pain,—
For never, oh! never,
Thou'lt meet me again.
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