SONGS OF LA MOUCHE.
Fantasy.
The Poplars on the highway,
Court ladies all a-row,
Bowed whispering "May good fortune
Attend the way you go."
Court ladies all a-row,
Bowed whispering "May good fortune
Attend the way you go."
I left my home in the sunshine,
I rode in a coach and four,
But now with the world behind me,
I creep to my father's door.
I rode in a coach and four,
But now with the world behind me,
I creep to my father's door.
And the Poplars in the night-wind
Rock groaning to and fro,
They hiss like village gossips,
"'Tis right the world should know."
Rock groaning to and fro,
They hiss like village gossips,
"'Tis right the world should know."
Germany, June, 1855.
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