44
poems.
THE STREAM.
Oh, gentle stream that wanders free
Where peace so sweetly reigns,
Had I a lowly home by thee,
In these still flow'ry plains!
Where peace so sweetly reigns,
Had I a lowly home by thee,
In these still flow'ry plains!
How would I love this humble spot,
This utter solitude!
By all but Heaven though forgot,
No care might here intrude.
This utter solitude!
By all but Heaven though forgot,
No care might here intrude.
In sweet seclusion's happy shade
I fain would wish to dwell;
Oh, would I now forever bade
The busy world farewell.
I fain would wish to dwell;
Oh, would I now forever bade
The busy world farewell.
THE GREENWOOD TREE.
Why did I love the sunlit leaves
That rustl'd on the greenwood tree?
Why did I love the shade beneath?
'Twas there we wander'd, thou and me,—
'Twas there! 'twas there with thee
That rustl'd on the greenwood tree?
Why did I love the shade beneath?
'Twas there we wander'd, thou and me,—
'Twas there! 'twas there with thee
Why did I love the gentle veil
Of colour'd light on hill and lea,
When soften'd day began to fade?
'Twas thus we did the far-off see.
Thou, only thou and me!
Of colour'd light on hill and lea,
When soften'd day began to fade?
'Twas thus we did the far-off see.
Thou, only thou and me!
