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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 161 |
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And " here in this lone little wood," I exclaimed, "With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye,
Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I blamed, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die."
By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sighed upon innocent lips,
Which had never been sighed on by any but mine. |
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LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM
O! THE days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past; Though he win the wise, who frowned before,
To smile at last;
He'll never meet
A joy so sweet, |
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