 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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IN THE PINE-WOOD.
I
In the pine-wood near the city,Half in sunshine, half in shade,
Singing to herself her ditty,
Sat the melancholy maid.
And her song was: “Ever—ever—
“Falls the blossom from the tree,
“Runs the bright rejoicing river
“To the broad and thankless sea;
“And true love runs down to sorrow!
“Woe for ever! woe is me!”
II
In the pine-wood near the city,In the spring-time thus she sang;
But she died, alas, the pity!
Long ere winter's tempests rang,—
Pined and died for secret sadness;
Nipp'd like blossom on the tree;
Blighted in her youthful gladness;
Deathward borne like stream to sea!
And his heart for whom she suffer'd
Never knew it. Woe is me!
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