Poems (Ryan)/Love

by Mary C. Ryan

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.