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the old school-house.
And river, sky, and mountains blent
In twilight radiance tender.
In twilight radiance tender.
I wonder,—with a flitting pain,—
If thoughts of me returning,
Are mingled with the mountains, Jane:
I stifle down that yearning.—
A rich man's wife, on you no claim
Have I, lost dreams to rally;
Yet Pemigewasset sings your name
Along its winding valley:
If thoughts of me returning,
Are mingled with the mountains, Jane:
I stifle down that yearning.—
A rich man's wife, on you no claim
Have I, lost dreams to rally;
Yet Pemigewasset sings your name
Along its winding valley:
And once I hoped that for us twain
Might fall one calm life-closing;
That Campton hills might guard us, Jane,
In one green grave reposing.
They say the old man's heart is rock:
You never thought so, never!
And, loving you alone, I lock
The school-house door forever!
Might fall one calm life-closing;
That Campton hills might guard us, Jane,
In one green grave reposing.
They say the old man's heart is rock:
You never thought so, never!
And, loving you alone, I lock
The school-house door forever!
