Poems (Ryan)/Love
For works with similar titles, see Love.
LOVE.
At early morn oft have I seen The dew-drop kiss the rose, While nature smiled so sweet, serene, After her night's repose. The little birdies sang of love, The flowers bloomed so fair; While I alone sadly did rove, But found no solace there.
For love with me long years ago, Wandered by silv'ry streams; Striking the harp so sweet and low— The music of her dreams. In silence she did bind my heart With fetters hard and strong; Then from my side she did depart With a gay happy throng.
She left me e'er to wear her chain In sorrow and in tears; But she will never come again— See what her captive wears. In idle sport the chains she wrought, Then gaily fled away; To free myself in vain I've sought Many a dreary day.