Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Song (There's a smile on thy lips, Mary)
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG.
There's a smile on thy lips, Mary,
Like the gleam from a sunny sky
On a mirror'd lake,
When its waters break
Into ripples, and dimple by.
Like the gleam from a sunny sky
On a mirror'd lake,
When its waters break
Into ripples, and dimple by.
There's a tear 'neath thy dropping lid,
Like the dew by a rose-leaf hid,
When the mid-day sun,
From all but that one,
The tears of the night-spirit chid.
Like the dew by a rose-leaf hid,
When the mid-day sun,
From all but that one,
The tears of the night-spirit chid.
Yet I trust not thy smile, my fair,
For the waters, when troubled, are
Too rough for my skill,
And a tear at will
A lady too often may bear.
For the waters, when troubled, are
Too rough for my skill,
And a tear at will
A lady too often may bear.
Yet 'tis sweet, in the sunny beam,
To sail over some placid stream,—
As away we glide
On the sunny tide,
Of bowers of roses to dream.
To sail over some placid stream,—
As away we glide
On the sunny tide,
Of bowers of roses to dream.