Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Song 7

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

For works with similar titles, see Song (Letitia Elizabeth Landon).

Literary Gazette, 15th October, 1825, Page 668

SONG.

Taken from two old Provençal chansons.

Fair Morning, why art thou so fair?
    I have no joy in thy sunshine:
I would there were a single cloud,
    Dark as it had a grief like mine.
What boots to me the cheerful day,
    With mine own love so far away?

I should rejoice, thou blushing Morn,
    If thou wert with mine ladye faire;
We would go forth with hawke and horn,
    And rouse the wild deer from his lair:
Now why should I wish a bright day,
    With mine own love so far away?

I would rejoice, if thy fresh breath
    Dried her light foot-prints off the dew;
If I could see her step and cheek
    Shame thy soft air, thy roseate hue:
But what delight is there in day,
    With mine own love so far away?

I like thee not, thou laughing Morn;
    Thy sister is more dear to me—
Dim Evening, with her purple pall
    Hung darkly over sky and sea;
Then nearer, by another day,
    To mine own love, so far away.

But I will worship thee, sweet Morn,
    When thou art rising on the shore
Whereon the peerless beauty dwells,
    The ladye my liege thoughts adore:
No more then shall I pine, and say,
    Mine own love is so far away.Iole.