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WONDERINGS
I wonder why there comes so oft
A certain mild, bewitching spell,
That binds me in its bonds so soft,—
Ah! who can tell?
A certain mild, bewitching spell,
That binds me in its bonds so soft,—
Ah! who can tell?
I wonder why each bird that sings,
Each flower that meets my gladdened eye,
A dream of fairy rapture brings,—
I wonder why?
Each flower that meets my gladdened eye,
A dream of fairy rapture brings,—
I wonder why?
The sunlight quivering in the grass,
The murmur of a water-fall,
The shadows that so lightly pass,
Where bright beams fall,—
The murmur of a water-fall,
The shadows that so lightly pass,
Where bright beams fall,—
The thousand sights and wordless sounds
Thrill all my heart with pleasure wild,
Till with a painful joy it bounds,
Like a thralled child.
Thrill all my heart with pleasure wild,
Till with a painful joy it bounds,
Like a thralled child.
Dim visions of a higher life
Come thronging o'er my panting soul,
These lives of mine wage woful strife
Beyond control.
Come thronging o'er my panting soul,
These lives of mine wage woful strife
Beyond control.
I only know, I only feel,
This silent joy, the ecstasy
That words are powerless to reveal:—
I wonder why?
This silent joy, the ecstasy
That words are powerless to reveal:—
I wonder why?