Poems (Storrie)/A Song (There is no day)
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A Song.
There is no day When thou'rt away, No hour of these so fraught with pain. So full of gloom, But learns to bloom, Remembering thou wilt come again.
Oh! had'st thou heard How every bird Upon his bough has fallen mute, Nor can rejoice Till thy sweet voice Shall tune for him his silver flute.
And every star Hangs pale and far, And fears to face the sombre skies, Till like a sign, To bid them shine, Shall come the radiance of thine eyes.
But I can wait, Though thou art late, Because my heart is knit to thine; And neither days Nor severed ways Can make thee more or less than mine.