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Nor night so dark
In shade will yet be shining;
The Spring-time's scarlet token:
The silver string
And golden bowl unbroken.
To Love and Song
They make this earth Elysian,
To heaven's brighter vision;
Will bless the love
And words our lips have spoken,
And we shall sing
When silver string
And golden bowl lie broken!
COME when the daylight is dying,
On the face of the deep,
And flash in our wake as we're flying;
When soft the evening zephyr swells,
Come when the darkness is paling,
All the shadowy gloom,
And ring thro' the air as we're sailing-
We'll glide where the mermaid is flinging Her hair to the wild billows springing, When the sea-berry waves
O'er the red coral caves,
And the harps of the ocean are ringing!
We'll hear the water fairy's bells.
We'll glide by the shores, where the bowers Are filled with the fragrance of flowers,
Where the spirit of love
Haunts the cove by the grove,
And blesses a joyance like ours,
THERE's an eye that's as blue as the violet's bell,
There's a hue in her cheek like the roseate tinge
When the sun o'er the waters at even,
Sends his warm flush of light, through the vapory fringe, Of the white clouds which sleep in the heaven.
The breeze that comes rippling the water's smooth face, Like her smile, makes the beautiful sweeter,
And a laugh o'er her countenance dances with grace, Like the beam on the wave, when you meet her, There's a charm in her voice, and a bliss in each word, As the spirit of mirth in it haunting,
Like the form of a bird in the woodland that's heard, Which is hid while its strain is enchanting.
The fairy that dwells in the crystal decked cells,
Has no charm like her own for beguiling,
For there's nothing that tells while she's weaving her spells,
But your heart is enchained by her smiling.
Ah! trust not the glance of her eye when its ray
For as night follows day, so will grave follow gay,