The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . ith a gaunt mouth brim it well with pieces you will tell the way to tread.^ ^ From The Poems of H. C. Bunner, copyright, 1884, 1892, 1896,by Charies Scribners Sons. 243 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Oh, I am bound for Arcady,And if you but keep pace with meYou tread the way to Arcady. And where away lies Arcady, And how long yet may the journey be ? Ah, that (quoth he) / do not know —Across the clover and the snow —Across the frost, across the flowers —Through summer seconds and wijtter trod the way my whole life
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . ith a gaunt mouth brim it well with pieces you will tell the way to tread.^ ^ From The Poems of H. C. Bunner, copyright, 1884, 1892, 1896,by Charies Scribners Sons. 243 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Oh, I am bound for Arcady,And if you but keep pace with meYou tread the way to Arcady. And where away lies Arcady, And how long yet may the journey be ? Ah, that (quoth he) / do not know —Across the clover and the snow —Across the frost, across the flowers —Through summer seconds and wijtter trod the way my whole life long, And know not now where it may be jMy guide is but the stir to tells me I can not go wrong. Or clear or dark the pathway be Upon the road to Arcady. But how shall I do who cannot sing ? I was wont to sing, once on a time —There is never an echo now to ring Remembrance back to the trick of rhyme. ^Tis strange you cannot sing (quoth he),The folk all sing in Arcady. But how may he find ArcadyWho hath not youth nor melody ? 244. fr*,,,,.^:^-^*^.^^ HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE WAY TO ARCADY. What, know you not, old man (quoth he) —Your hair is white, your face is wise —That Love must kiss that MortaVs eyesWho hopes to see fair Arcady ?No gold can buy you entrance there;But beggared Love may go all bare —No wisdom won with weariness jBut Love goes in with Follys dress —No fame that wit could ever win jBut only Love may lead Love inTo Arcady, to Arcady. Ah, woe is me, through all my daysWisdom and wealth I both have got, And fame and name, and great mens praise;But Love, ah, Love! I have it not. There was a time, when life was new — But far away, and half forgot —I only know her eyes were blue; But Love — I fear I knew it did not wed, for lack of gold, )And she is dead, and I am things have come since then to me,Save Love, ah. Love! and Arcady. 245 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Ah^ then I fear we part (quoth he),My ways for Love and Arcady.
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