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Landon in The Literary Gazette 1825/Song 7

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

Literary Gazette, 15th October, 1825, Page 668


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.