THE BIER OF SUMMER.
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The apple-blossoms came raining down,
And lay like gems on the green beneath,
Like jewels, shaken from Heaven's own crown,
Filling the air with their fragrant breath.
And lay like gems on the green beneath,
Like jewels, shaken from Heaven's own crown,
Filling the air with their fragrant breath.
We watched the trees from our hiding-place,
Adding to moonlight a thousand charms,
With their shadows lengthening apace,
Till they locked themselves in each other's arms.
Adding to moonlight a thousand charms,
With their shadows lengthening apace,
Till they locked themselves in each other's arms.
All was as lovely as fairy-land
While we revelled in their moonlit bowers,
And fairy-land, with her fairy band,
Never held happier hearts than ours.
While we revelled in their moonlit bowers,
And fairy-land, with her fairy band,
Never held happier hearts than ours.
O! many an hour has passed since then,
Bright with the sunshine around it seen;
But none so fair or so dear as when
We danced that night on the moonlit green!
Bright with the sunshine around it seen;
But none so fair or so dear as when
We danced that night on the moonlit green!
THE BIER OF SUMMER.
Summer is dead! what shall we take
To grace the Summer's bier?
I heard her last, her faintest sigh,
Fall sadly on the ear,
Like to some passing melody
I almost grieved to hear.
To grace the Summer's bier?
I heard her last, her faintest sigh,
Fall sadly on the ear,
Like to some passing melody
I almost grieved to hear.
