Poems (E. L. F.)/Drumfork: a summer's mesidence

by E. L. F.

DRUMFORK,

 

A SUMMER'S RESIDENCE.

I love thee, Drumfork, with thine old ivied walls,As I picture romance by thy time-stricken halls;While the quaint look of ages, now passing away,Will dwell on my memory for ever and aye.

I love thee, Drumfork, for the old ivy clingsAround thee as fresh as if Time had no wings,Like affection's sweet homage, that brings to the heartA newness of life that will never depart.

I love thee, Drumfork, with thine old spreading trees,That would guard from all else but the light summer breeze;While the sweet smile of sunshine that bursts through the leaves,Gives as fairy a scene as the fancy e'er weaves.

I love thee, Drumfork, for no deep shadow fellO'er my heart since I knew thee—and, oh! it is well;For does Time ever linger where mind cannot traceSome dark spot of grief where no joy had its place?

I love thee, Drumfork, and I'll leave with regret,Though the summer's bright memories will cling to me yet;Like the blossoms of spring, we will court thee» anew,Though in winter's dark hours we must bid thee adieu.