In mossy dells, and streaming brocks,
Along the hills, in quiet nooks,
And like one long, enchanting dream,
So doth appear fair nature's scene.
Along the hills, in quiet nooks,
And like one long, enchanting dream,
So doth appear fair nature's scene.
I watched the coming twilight hour
Forshadowing the night.
The wonders of a Supreme Power,
In countless stars that shown so bright,
The climbing moon, behind the hill
Shed silv'ry beams o'er rock and rill.
And evening, now quite calm and still
Calls forth the nightingale's sweet trill.
I listen to the passionate song
Of love's young dream, life's cruel wrong.
Of faith betrayed, love buried, dead,
All cherished hopes forever fled.
Alas! that song of love and woe,
Brings back dear days of long ago.
Then sighing oft', my eyes grow wet,
And dreaming, I would fain
In endless sleep, the World forget.
Forshadowing the night.
The wonders of a Supreme Power,
In countless stars that shown so bright,
The climbing moon, behind the hill
Shed silv'ry beams o'er rock and rill.
And evening, now quite calm and still
Calls forth the nightingale's sweet trill.
I listen to the passionate song
Of love's young dream, life's cruel wrong.
Of faith betrayed, love buried, dead,
All cherished hopes forever fled.
Alas! that song of love and woe,
Brings back dear days of long ago.
Then sighing oft', my eyes grow wet,
And dreaming, I would fain
In endless sleep, the World forget.
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