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The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning… To where the wild flowers grow: I may not go, I may not go,
Too bright the glance your wishes… Into the future’s day, Too sweet the trust on which you l… Not to give way. Oh ever in this treacherous world,
But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…
What shall I do with all the days… That must be counted ere I see th… How shall I charm the interval th… Between this time and that sweet t… Shall I in slumber steep each wea…
On the lone waters’ shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o’er I should forget. Till the broad foaming surge
I planted in my heart one seed of… Water’d with tears and watch’d wit… It grew’and when I look’d that… A gracious tree’and blessed harv… Blossom nor fruit was there to cro…
Life wanes, and the bright sunligh… Sets o’er the mountain-tops, where… O Innocence! O Trustfulness! O… Where are ye all, white-handed sis… Who with me on my way did walk alo…
I never shall forget thee’'tis a… Thou oft nust hear, for surely the… On whom thy wondrous eyes have eve… But for a moment, or who e’er have… Thy voice’s deep impassioned melod…
Round thy steep castle walls, Who seeks thy love must ride, Who from their dizzy summit falls, Must death abide. O Lady proud and fair,
Fallen from thy parent bough, Poor wither’d leaf, where goest th… From the mountain to the vale, From the forest to the hill I flutter, carried by the gale,
The merriest time of all the year Is the time when the leaves begin… When the chestnut-trees turn yello… And the flowers are withering one… When the thick green sward is grow…
O lady! thou, who in the olden tim… Hadst been the star of many a poet… Thou, who unto a mind of mould sub… Weddest the gentle graces that bes… Fair woman’s best! forgive the dar…
When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain
The end is come: in thunder and wi… Autumn has stormed the golden hous… She going—lingers yet—sweet glance… Of kind farewell upon the land she… And leaves. No more the sunny lan…
I would I might be with thee, whe… Begins to wane, and that thou walk… Upon the rocky strand, whilst loud… The autumn wind sings, from his cl… Wild requiems for the summer that…
