Poems (Dodd)/Song (Mary, the summer hours are swiftly flying)
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG.
Mary, the summer hours are swiftly flying, And my light barque is out upon the sea;From the blue west the sunset's light is dying, As sad I turn to bid farewell to thee.Soon shall I be in other lands a rover;Lady, my brief, bright dream of love is over.
Hope pointed to a brilliant star before me; Love filled my heart with a wild burning dream,And Poesy had wove her bright spell o'er me; Thou, wert the star, the vision, and the theme.Soon shall I be in other climes a rover;Lady, my short, sweet dream of love is over.
The harp is mute which woke to thee its numbers, And hope's delusive star has darkly set;Within my soul the tide of passion slumbers; My task is now to wander and forget.Soon shall I be in other lands a rover;Lady, my brief, bright dream of love is over.