Poems (Young)/The Changeling
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THE CHANGELING.
O 'tis I will go to the heart of the wood,
All sweet with the morning dew;
I will love my life, and find it good,
With never a thought of you.
All sweet with the morning dew;
I will love my life, and find it good,
With never a thought of you.
'Tis you will come when the shadows fall,
Ere the first star lights the sky,
And for love of me you will lean and call,
But I will not reply.
Ere the first star lights the sky,
And for love of me you will lean and call,
But I will not reply.
I will pass you by in a whispering wind,
As close as close may be,
But I will not tell you where to find
My dwelling-place or me.
As close as close may be,
But I will not tell you where to find
My dwelling-place or me.