. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. .There, langorous heat and damp evokeInsects that sting, and frogs that rather dwell on snow-clad height,With the dear Heaven for aye in , in that nobler world, would IDwell where the eagles dwell, and die. Chalet , 1889. 88 MY SWEET SWEETING. D LESSINGS to that hour belong,When I first beheld your eyes,And with passionate surpriseQuick my heart went beating. Memory then of Poets song Whispered a caressing from that day you became My sweet Sweeting. II. Do you mind how many a mile Foolish I was led a da
. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. .There, langorous heat and damp evokeInsects that sting, and frogs that rather dwell on snow-clad height,With the dear Heaven for aye in , in that nobler world, would IDwell where the eagles dwell, and die. Chalet , 1889. 88 MY SWEET SWEETING. D LESSINGS to that hour belong,When I first beheld your eyes,And with passionate surpriseQuick my heart went beating. Memory then of Poets song Whispered a caressing from that day you became My sweet Sweeting. II. Do you mind how many a mile Foolish I was led a dance ? How you flouted each advance Of Loves first greeting ?Till, from your height I won a smile. And Hope sprung up, for me to climb Its branches, in the course of time, My sweet Sweeting. , secure from all alarms— Fear, by perfect love outcast— MY SWEET SWEETING. Holding thee more dear at lastThan at our first meeting,Since I clasp thee in my arms, Life has nothing more to give,All is mine for which to live, My sweet Sweeting. 89. 90 NIGHT-SONG. I HE fields of night are sprinkled-?- With a thousand sparkling daisies,And her stately head above themThe moon, like a lily, raises. , in the lakes blue mirror, Those star-flowers shine so clear,It seems as if I could pluck them. And weave thee a garland, Dear. how should true-loves garland Of earths poor buds be made}I would circle thy head, my Darling,With blossoms that never fade !1887. 91 WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.^ I. A H, Life is not all roses,^^ As we thought it at sixteen !Weeds choke, and winds deface after-years replace them With that same tender winter comes, and closesSweet fields where Love reposes,In memory of the roses. And of what might have been I sometimes, sweetest flowers In shortening days are seen :The sun, thrice-welcome comer,May bring Saint Martins summer, And gild the fading brief those golden hours,Though winds deface our bowrs,Some buds may yet b
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