An idyl of the Rhine . icmelody, Loves Enchantment. Till lips could only well , contact, all our tenderness;When starless, threatning skies above,Looked frowningly upon our whirled amid the t^iddy danceAnd found sweet solace in a course of true love, so they say,Is not an even, loving way;But smoother roadway neer could be beThan that so we trod, summer days that seemed to meBut moments in eternity;For frowning dames had had their sayAnd left me mistress of the day— t9 An Idyl of the Rhine. Tho doubtless some ocr-anxious friendOft wondered how i
An idyl of the Rhine . icmelody, Loves Enchantment. Till lips could only well , contact, all our tenderness;When starless, threatning skies above,Looked frowningly upon our whirled amid the t^iddy danceAnd found sweet solace in a course of true love, so they say,Is not an even, loving way;But smoother roadway neer could be beThan that so we trod, summer days that seemed to meBut moments in eternity;For frowning dames had had their sayAnd left me mistress of the day— t9 An Idyl of the Rhine. Tho doubtless some ocr-anxious friendOft wondered how it all would verdant lawns lay brown and dryBeneath a scorching, summer sky,My Felix fondly followed meFrom Bingcn to the Thuner there, shut in by Alpine found a vale of new echoed thro the rugged hills,Love sparkled in the dancing breathed the fragrance of the flowersAnd sported in the leafy bowers,While we, like eager babes who tryTo catch a flitting butterfly, 20. Loves Enchantment* With flying footstcptj there pursuedThe winged god thro ghide and wood—We touched his plumes, we heard him felt his breath on lip and heart from wlieuce emotion springsInfolds a lyre with many strings;Its sweetest chords, till touched by silent. Angels from aboveThen seem to play with magic handUpon each thrilling silvry music swells and fills the air,Eesounding sweetly autumn tints began to glowBelow the Jungfraus veil of snow, 2$ An Idyl of the Rhine. And flitting birds to gaily fleeFrom foreign shores across the seaMy Love and I too bade adieuTo Alpine haunts and backward flewTo those about our old retreatBeside the Ehine. Life seemed passion pinioned in the Spring,Still soared aloft on joyous wing,Mid dreamy skies of azure hueAnd rainbows charged with fragrant dewdrops clinging to a roseThat in some fragrant garden grows,Are not more passing fair to t
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