the poet's wreath.
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'Twas love and friendship forged each link,
Which seemed to clasp us heart to heart;
Then I awoke, and wept to think
That scenes so fair should e'er depart.
Where are they now, those friends of truth,
Companions of life's early morn?
Like dreams that gild a poet's youth,
They're vanished, never to return!
Which seemed to clasp us heart to heart;
Then I awoke, and wept to think
That scenes so fair should e'er depart.
Where are they now, those friends of truth,
Companions of life's early morn?
Like dreams that gild a poet's youth,
They're vanished, never to return!
Gone! they are gone, just like the light
With which the sunset-rays illume
The western wave, ere sombre night
Has buried all in shade and gloom.
Yet recollection oft recalls
Those hallowed phantoms of the past;
E'en now, through memory's lonely halls,
They flit just as I saw them last.
With which the sunset-rays illume
The western wave, ere sombre night
Has buried all in shade and gloom.
Yet recollection oft recalls
Those hallowed phantoms of the past;
E'en now, through memory's lonely halls,
They flit just as I saw them last.
The Poet's Wreath.
Eve's brightest colours tinged the glowing west
With many a rose-like and a golden dye,
Where day's gay monarch slowly sunk to rest
Amid the splendours of his majesty.
The golden hues fell richly on a bower
Where bloom'd the woodbine and the lily bright.
Till every trembling leaf and bending flower
Seem'd deeply glowing with the purple light.
With many a rose-like and a golden dye,
Where day's gay monarch slowly sunk to rest
Amid the splendours of his majesty.
The golden hues fell richly on a bower
Where bloom'd the woodbine and the lily bright.
Till every trembling leaf and bending flower
Seem'd deeply glowing with the purple light.
