The Poems of Mackenzie Bell | ||
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REMONSTRANCE.
'Twas here, when last we met, you promised me
That on this spot, and on a certain day,
Once more we should embrace and kiss: yet see
Still, still you stay.
That on this spot, and on a certain day,
Once more we should embrace and kiss: yet see
Still, still you stay.
Ah, if you knew the yearning of my heart
And all its grief, love, when you are away,
And saw how oftentimes the tear-drops start,
You would not stay.
And all its grief, love, when you are away,
And saw how oftentimes the tear-drops start,
You would not stay.
Like some faint scent of flowers borne on the air,
Dispelling languor during Summer's sway,
Your coming, dearest, soon dispels my care—
Then wherefore stay?
Dispelling languor during Summer's sway,
Your coming, dearest, soon dispels my care—
Then wherefore stay?
Come now, my darling, come, as erst of yore,—
A touch of your soft hand will make me gay,
Light with your smile my dark path as before,
Nor longer stay.
A touch of your soft hand will make me gay,
Light with your smile my dark path as before,
Nor longer stay.
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