the old school-house.
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For I was full of visions vain,—
The boy's romantic hunger.
You were the whole school's darling, Jane,
And many summers younger.
Your head a cherub's used to look,
With sunbeams on it lying,
Bent downward to your spelling-book,
For long and hard words prying.
The boy's romantic hunger.
You were the whole school's darling, Jane,
And many summers younger.
Your head a cherub's used to look,
With sunbeams on it lying,
Bent downward to your spelling-book,
For long and hard words prying.
The mountains through the window-pane
Showered over you their glory.
The awkward farm-boy loved you, Jane:
You know the old, old story.
I never watch the sunset now
Upon those misty ranges,
But your bright lips, and cheek, and brow,
Gleam out of all its changes.
Showered over you their glory.
The awkward farm-boy loved you, Jane:
You know the old, old story.
I never watch the sunset now
Upon those misty ranges,
But your bright lips, and cheek, and brow,
Gleam out of all its changes.
I wonder if you see that chain
On memory's dim horizon;
There 's not a lovelier picture, Jane,
To rest even your sweet eyes on.
The Haystacks each an airy tent,
The Notch a gate of splendor;
On memory's dim horizon;
There 's not a lovelier picture, Jane,
To rest even your sweet eyes on.
The Haystacks each an airy tent,
The Notch a gate of splendor;
