Poems (Rowe)/To ——— (Ah! happy Traveller flying South)
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TO ———
AH! happy Traveller flying South,
Upon the wings of Pleasure,
For me no longer word of mouth,
But letters in your leisure.
Upon the wings of Pleasure,
For me no longer word of mouth,
But letters in your leisure.
The halcyon skies above your head
Give naught but sunny weather,
And Cares that used to weigh like lead,
Are lighter than a feather!
Give naught but sunny weather,
And Cares that used to weigh like lead,
Are lighter than a feather!
The gloom of Winter's discontent
Is all that lies before me,
Dark sunless days of sad intent,
With no one to adore me!
Is all that lies before me,
Dark sunless days of sad intent,
With no one to adore me!
Yet stay! I hear the thrush's song,
That tells me Spring is nearer,
And though your absence may be long,
It makes you all the dearer!
That tells me Spring is nearer,
And though your absence may be long,
It makes you all the dearer!