 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
53
A SONG.
[The dear old haunts once more I've seen]
The dear old haunts once more I've seen,
Where many an autumn day,
With one so long, so fondly loved,
It was my joy to stray—
The sunny field, the mazy woods,
The quiet leafy lane—
The gate at which so oft we met,
But ne'er shall meet again!
Where many an autumn day,
With one so long, so fondly loved,
It was my joy to stray—
The sunny field, the mazy woods,
The quiet leafy lane—
The gate at which so oft we met,
But ne'er shall meet again!
The golden meads no more derive
A glory from her eyes;
Her fairy form no longer makes
The wood a paradise.
But sacred still is every spot,
Though flown be many a year—
No word, no smile, no sigh forgot,
That made them first so dear!
A glory from her eyes;
Her fairy form no longer makes
The wood a paradise.
But sacred still is every spot,
Though flown be many a year—
No word, no smile, no sigh forgot,
That made them first so dear!
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |