Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . MONCKTON MILNES.) I \vani)1:??u bv thi:: bkuuK-siuk. 1 wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,—I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ;There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade,And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ;Kor I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word,—But the beating o
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . MONCKTON MILNES.) I \vani)1:??u bv thi:: bkuuK-siuk. 1 wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill,—I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ;There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade,And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ;Kor I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word,—But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not,—no, he came not,— The night came on alone,—The little stars sat, one by one. Each on his golden throne ;The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred,—But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing. When something stood behind,—A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its touch was kind :It drew me nearer—nearer,— We did not speak one word,l-or the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we Sr-
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