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Lyric to have been inserted in “HELIAS.”
My window is open for thee, sweet love,
My window is open for thee,
The bindweed rope on the tree doth move,
As the breezes come and flee;
Wert thou here, wert thou here, I would cast away fear,
And descend to the garden to thee.
My window is open for thee,
The bindweed rope on the tree doth move,
As the breezes come and flee;
Wert thou here, wert thou here, I would cast away fear,
And descend to the garden to thee.
For my heart craves still for love, sweet life,
And my thought to seek thee flies;
Though the moon like a silver dove, sweet life,
Broods in tender light o'er the skies,
And the stars shine bright, in my heart there is night
For the want of the light of thine eyes,
Of thy face more fair than the silver moon,
And the starlike light of thine eyes.
And my thought to seek thee flies;
Though the moon like a silver dove, sweet life,
Broods in tender light o'er the skies,
And the stars shine bright, in my heart there is night
For the want of the light of thine eyes,
Of thy face more fair than the silver moon,
And the starlike light of thine eyes.
And so my casement is wide,
And there comes into my room
From the copse by the basement's side
The lilac's sweet perfume,
The rich geranium scent,
And the breath of the rose in bloom;
'Tis the spirit of love from heaven lent
That floats into my room,
'Tis the spirit of love from the heaven above
Floats in on the wings of that soft perfume.
And there comes into my room
From the copse by the basement's side
The lilac's sweet perfume,
The rich geranium scent,
And the breath of the rose in bloom;
'Tis the spirit of love from heaven lent
That floats into my room,
'Tis the spirit of love from the heaven above
Floats in on the wings of that soft perfume.
The laden laburnum stoops
In clusters gold as thy hair,
The maiden lily droops
—The fairest where all are fair,
The thick-massed fuchsias show
In red and in white—thy hue!
In a pendant cloud they spread and glow
Of crimson, and white, and crimson and blue.
In clusters gold as thy hair,
The maiden lily droops
—The fairest where all are fair,
The thick-massed fuchsias show
In red and in white—thy hue!
In a pendant cloud they spread and glow
Of crimson, and white, and crimson and blue.
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But thou art alone my beautiful,
The darling, the joy of my soul!
And here have I stood in the night-air's lull
While into my heart there stole
A whisper, a thought, with joy full-fraught,
Which made that sick heart whole.
The darling, the joy of my soul!
And here have I stood in the night-air's lull
While into my heart there stole
A whisper, a thought, with joy full-fraught,
Which made that sick heart whole.
For I said, “Perchance my darling
Stands out in her garden tonight,
And the sleeping flowers around her
Have opened their eyes at the sight;
And the wren and the thrush have looked out from the bush,
For oh well, and oh well they know
Her footfall so light, so soft, so faint,
That the harebell she trod on sprang up without taint,
And the violet scarce bent low.
Stands out in her garden tonight,
And the sleeping flowers around her
Have opened their eyes at the sight;
And the wren and the thrush have looked out from the bush,
For oh well, and oh well they know
Her footfall so light, so soft, so faint,
That the harebell she trod on sprang up without taint,
And the violet scarce bent low.
And I lean far out of my window,
Thinking, sweet, of thee,
And a message I say to the winds that play
On the garden and over the lea:
“Breathe low, soft winds,
Waft these from me,
To her whom well you know to tell,
Waft these from me.”
Thinking, sweet, of thee,
And a message I say to the winds that play
On the garden and over the lea:
“Breathe low, soft winds,
Waft these from me,
To her whom well you know to tell,
Waft these from me.”
But see where the dawn breaks yonder
And the light runs over the skies;
Too long was't delayed, too long have I stayed,
Now by that brighter light of thine eyes
I will come with the speed of wonder
And take thee by surprise!
And the light runs over the skies;
Too long was't delayed, too long have I stayed,
Now by that brighter light of thine eyes
I will come with the speed of wonder
And take thee by surprise!
For our night is gone, our night is done,
Our night is over and flies,
Our night is away, mount, mount, fair Sun,
Shine out where my true love lies;
For the pale Moon slopes, now arise, bright hopes,
Bright dawning hopes arise!
Now the morn's bird crows, and the daisy opes,
Our night is over and flies,
Our night is away, mount, mount, fair Sun,
Shine out where my true love lies;
For the pale Moon slopes, now arise, bright hopes,
Bright dawning hopes arise!
Now the morn's bird crows, and the daisy opes,
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Now the Marigolds ope their eyes:
Come away, come away, my darling,
Come away where thy true-love sighs,
Come away, come away, my light, my day,
Where the heart of thy true-love sighs
To be joined to thy heart, never, never to part,
To be joined by unending ties,
To be bound to thy heart, never, never to part,
By the bond of a love that shall never more start,
Till death shall come with his fatal dart,
And the one heart withers and dies.
Come away, come away, my darling,
Come away where thy true-love sighs,
Come away, come away, my light, my day,
Where the heart of thy true-love sighs
To be joined to thy heart, never, never to part,
To be joined by unending ties,
To be bound to thy heart, never, never to part,
By the bond of a love that shall never more start,
Till death shall come with his fatal dart,
And the one heart withers and dies.
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