Meadow Bloom.
Oh, star-eyed daisies and clover,
How cometh your bloom to-day?
If we search the wide world over,
There is none to say to thee "nay."
How cometh your bloom to-day?
If we search the wide world over,
There is none to say to thee "nay."
Oh, hearts of dainties golden,
Oh, sweetest of perfumes rare,
Thou tellest of memories olden
We've guarded with jealous care.
Oh, sweetest of perfumes rare,
Thou tellest of memories olden
We've guarded with jealous care.
Oh, meadow with moonlight o'er thee,
With whisperings soft in the air;
The brook rippling by away to the sea—
All earth clad in garments so fair.
With whisperings soft in the air;
The brook rippling by away to the sea—
All earth clad in garments so fair.
Can you wonder, oh, daisy and clover
And meadow, why mists dim my sight
As I whisper the old story over,
And bring back the ghosts of that night?
And meadow, why mists dim my sight
As I whisper the old story over,
And bring back the ghosts of that night?
The ghost of a love that was slighted,
A heart that was broken for aye,
A wrong that can never be righted,
A promise that lived for a day.
A heart that was broken for aye,
A wrong that can never be righted,
A promise that lived for a day.
And thou were a witness, oh, blossoms,
Else ne'er would I whisper it here;
As twined with thee, the memory comes,
Sweet flowers baptized with a tear.
Else ne'er would I whisper it here;
As twined with thee, the memory comes,
Sweet flowers baptized with a tear.
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