Metrical essays :: :: University of Virginia Library

Come, we will sit together by this stream,
While o'er our heads the summer birds are singing—
Bright flowers and bloss'ming plants are odours flinging,
And beauteous things float in the solar beam.

II

And I will read to thee a pleasant tale,
Of love—true love—unchangeable and holy;
When hearts know but one wish, one object solely:
And thoughts like roses grateful sweets exhale.

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III

There I will whisper to thee many a vow
That all my aim shall be to give thee gladness;
Should'st thou e'er feel, my love, a moment's sadness,
Soon I will kiss the sorrow from thy brow.

IV

When—oh, how blessedly!—long years have past,
And the grave's summoner is nearer flying,
As of a glorious fate we'll think of dying;
With love untired—unshaken—to the last!