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O! Love has a favourite Scene.
1820.
O love has a favourite scene for roaming—
It is in the dell where the Aire is foaming;
And love has an hour, of all the dearest—
It is when the star of the west is clearest;
It is when the moon on the wave is yellow;
It is when the wood's last song is mellow;
It is when the breeze, o'er the scene reposing,
Stirs not a flower as its leaves are closing;
And every green bough of the brier thou meetest,
Has rose-buds and roses the softest and sweetest!
It is in the dell where the Aire is foaming;
And love has an hour, of all the dearest—
It is when the star of the west is clearest;
It is when the moon on the wave is yellow;
It is when the wood's last song is mellow;
It is when the breeze, o'er the scene reposing,
Stirs not a flower as its leaves are closing;
And every green bough of the brier thou meetest,
Has rose-buds and roses the softest and sweetest!
Come, love! 'tis the scene and the hour for roaming,
The dell is green, and the Aire is foaming.
Not purer the light that the west is pouring,
Not purer the gold that the moon is showering,
Not purer the dew on the rose's blossom,—
Than the love, my dear maid, that warms my bosom!
Yet morn will come, when the dew—ascending—
Will leave the dry flower on its stalk depending,
The star the blue west, and the moon the river,
Will quit—but my heart shall be thine for ever!
The dell is green, and the Aire is foaming.
Not purer the light that the west is pouring,
Not purer the gold that the moon is showering,
Not purer the dew on the rose's blossom,—
Than the love, my dear maid, that warms my bosom!
Yet morn will come, when the dew—ascending—
Will leave the dry flower on its stalk depending,
The star the blue west, and the moon the river,
Will quit—but my heart shall be thine for ever!
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