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THE IRISH GIRL.
The wild rose sheds her leaves around, the zephyrs wander near,
They fall upon a sightless eye and on a dreamless ear!
They fall upon a sightless eye and on a dreamless ear!
O! how the solemn twilight brings back the thought of thee,
Thy sunlight of the brow and smile I loved so well to see!
The spirit-presence like a spell floats on the charmed air,
To fill my soul with melody, to fill my heart with prayer.
Thy sunlight of the brow and smile I loved so well to see!
The spirit-presence like a spell floats on the charmed air,
To fill my soul with melody, to fill my heart with prayer.
The world without thee, dearest! is desolate to me,
Thy memory the only star upon a midnight sea;
The fragrance of a dying flower, hope of a broken heart,
The last song of a captive bird;—such, such to me thou art!
Thy memory the only star upon a midnight sea;
The fragrance of a dying flower, hope of a broken heart,
The last song of a captive bird;—such, such to me thou art!
THE IRISH GIRL.
She stands upon the sea-washed shore,
While folded o'er her breast,
Her hands are clasped as if to keep
Her yearning heart at rest.
While folded o'er her breast,
Her hands are clasped as if to keep
Her yearning heart at rest.
