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184 FOREST MELODIES.
Say, wherefore do ye wander here,
Ye beautiful and gay, Musing in silence o'er the graves
On this glad festive day ? Thou charmer of that trusting heart,
What sorrow bows thy head ? Why lead that young and lovely bride
To weep above the dead ?
And thou, sweet bride, in this attire,
In such a place as this— Why is the heart that beat so high
With hopes of earthly bliss, Now press'd with all its fervency
Against that sculptur'd stone ? Why is the tear upon thy cheek,
Thou newly-wedded one ?
Gladness and grief are mingled here,
My own, my early friend, For on thy blushing cheek I see
The smiles and tear-drops blend! Ah, thou art passing from us now!
Before to-morrow's sun, Thou'lt leave thy home to wander far
Beside thy chosen one.
Yes, even now thy parting kiss Is warm upon my cheek, |
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