 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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OLD ENGLISH MELODY.
Oh, dost thou, sweet, remember
That lone but lovely hour
When the stars had met, and the dews had wet
Each gently closing flower;
When the moonlit trees waved in the breeze
Above the sleeping deer,
And we fondly strayed through the greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year”?
That lone but lovely hour
When the stars had met, and the dews had wet
Each gently closing flower;
When the moonlit trees waved in the breeze
Above the sleeping deer,
And we fondly strayed through the greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year”?
When all was still beneath
The bright moon's chaste and quiet eye,
Save the ceaseless flow of the stream below
And the night-wind's fragrant sigh,
Which brought the song of the distant throng
So faintly to the ear
As we fondly strayed through the greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year”?
The bright moon's chaste and quiet eye,
Save the ceaseless flow of the stream below
And the night-wind's fragrant sigh,
Which brought the song of the distant throng
So faintly to the ear
As we fondly strayed through the greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year”?
Oh, like an infant's dream of joy
Was that sweet hour to me,
As pure, as bright, as swift in flight,
From care, from fear, as free;
And from my heart the life must part,
Which now its pulse doth cheer,
Ere the thought shall fade of that greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year.”
Was that sweet hour to me,
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From care, from fear, as free;
And from my heart the life must part,
Which now its pulse doth cheer,
Ere the thought shall fade of that greenwood shade
“In the springtime of the year.”
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |