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VAGARIES.
The crocus dwells in sunset skies,
The harebell on the sea;
The violet lives in Amy's eyes,—
And all for love of me!
The harebell on the sea;
The violet lives in Amy's eyes,—
And all for love of me!
The linnet hath a pleasant trill
Of soft and sober glee;
A long sweet note the nightingale
Of changeless melody;
Of soft and sober glee;
A long sweet note the nightingale
Of changeless melody;
And low and sad the cushat's moan
Within the old yew tree:
Our angel gather'd up to heaven
The soul of all the three,
Within the old yew tree:
Our angel gather'd up to heaven
The soul of all the three,
Till, lapt in sound of spirit-harps,
They grew to harmony,—
Then breathed them into Amy's voice—
And all for love of me!
They grew to harmony,—
Then breathed them into Amy's voice—
And all for love of me!
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The stars of heaven are suns, the stars
Of earth are drops of dew;
These glow on cool and shadowy green,
And those in liquid blue:
Of earth are drops of dew;
These glow on cool and shadowy green,
And those in liquid blue:
But stars shrink into heaven by day,
And dew dies on the earth:
Only her eyes survive, because
They are of nobler birth.
And dew dies on the earth:
Only her eyes survive, because
They are of nobler birth.
Yet there's a soul about the world,
If only we could see,
That lends their light to stars and dew—
But that is not for me;
If only we could see,
That lends their light to stars and dew—
But that is not for me;
For shadows vex my filmy sight,
And damps infect my breath:
Are those the ghosts of Amy's eyes,
Lighting the road to death?
And damps infect my breath:
Are those the ghosts of Amy's eyes,
Lighting the road to death?
Ah, Memory! In the days of old,
How bright they used to be—
When I was all to Amy's heart,
And she was all to me!
How bright they used to be—
When I was all to Amy's heart,
And she was all to me!
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