SERENADE. WOULD not have you wake for me, And though the night is warm, and all And though the dew's so light it could Not hurt your little feet, And nightingales in yonder wood Are singing passing sweet. Yet may my plaintive strain unite In that untroubled breast; No song of mine, no thought of me, B LOVE'S TRYST. HEN Spring was young and leaves were green, And birds sang in the glade, My love to me a promise gave, And I another made, That when the crimson sun had gone To rest beyond the sea, My love and I should meet alone Beneath the trysting tree; Down in the dell, love, By the trysting tree, Waiting for thee; waiting for thee, Down in the dell, love, By the trysting tree : Watching alone I wait, my love, for thee. When autumn winds blew wild and cold, And silent was the glade, My love to me a promise gave, And I another made,— LOVE'S TRYST. That when our youth had pass'd away In years that were to be; In life or death our hearts should meet Beneath the trysting tree. Down in the dell, love, By the trysting tree, Waiting for thee; waiting for thee, Down in the dell, love, By the trysting tree: 3 Watching alone I wait, my love, for thee. THE SHEPHERD'S PROPOSAL. HE heather's beginning to bud, lass, The red grouse are choosing their mates, love, But I am a bachelor still; Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass? I'll love 'ee so well, if ye will. Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass, Will 'ee come to the heather and furze, lass? I'll love 'ee so well if ye will. CRUEL HOURS. 5 CRUEL HOURS. T was one day in the summer, As I linger'd by her side, That reproachful and complaining, We did thus the swift hours chide : "O cruel hours, so quickly flying! What have we done to frighten you away? It was one day in the falling, I reproach'd the hours, alone: "O cruel. hours, so slowly creeping, What have I done to make you linger so? Why are ye thus me from my darling keeping? Go faster yet yourselves, and let me go!" |