Song
Dublin Core
Title
Song
Description
Oh ยก no we never mention her! her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak, that oncefamiliar word;
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget.
But where I in a foreign land, they'd fine no change in me:
`Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we met -
I do not see the hawthorn tree; but how can I forget!
III
For oh! there are so many things recall the past to me.
The breeze upon the sunny hills; the billows of the sea;
The rose tint that decks the sky before the sun is set -
Aye, every leaf I look upon forbids me to forget,
IV.
They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay;
They hint that she forgets me now, but I need not what they say,
Like me perhaps she struggles with each feeling of regret;
But if she loves as I have loved, she never can forget!
My lips are now forbid to speak, that oncefamiliar word;
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget.
II.
They bid me seek in change of scenes, the charms that others see;But where I in a foreign land, they'd fine no change in me:
`Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we met -
I do not see the hawthorn tree; but how can I forget!
III
The breeze upon the sunny hills; the billows of the sea;
The rose tint that decks the sky before the sun is set -
Aye, every leaf I look upon forbids me to forget,
IV.
They hint that she forgets me now, but I need not what they say,
Like me perhaps she struggles with each feeling of regret;
But if she loves as I have loved, she never can forget!
Creator
T.H. Bailey, Esq.
Source
2:9, p. 70
Date
1828.05.23
Collection
Citation
T.H. Bailey, Esq., “Song,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/140.
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