 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
TELL ME, OH TELL ME.
I
Tell me, oh tell me, Rose of the morn,What whispers the dew on thy breast;
Tell me, oh tell me, blossoming Thorn,
Thy vows to the wind of the west.
Soft flowing River, seeking the sea,
What saith the moonlight sleeping on thee?
“Love!” said the Rose and the Hawthorn of May!
And “Love,” said the River, “for ever and aye!”
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II
Tell me, oh tell me, Blush on her cheek,What makes thee as red as the rose;
Tell me, oh tell, for I know ye can speak,
Sweet Smiles, what your meanings disclose.
Eyes of my dear one! stars of my night!
What is your secret, beaming with light?
“Love!” said the Blush and the Smile that she wore;
And “Love,” said the dark Eyes, “true Love evermore!”
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |