The Lady of my Love.
[This and the following song originally appeared in "The Portfolio of British Song," with the initials, "Q. K."]
From off this sunny mountain's top
I look, with ardent eyes,
To one romantic little spot,
That holds the all I prize.
'Tis yon old mansion down the dell,
Half hid behind the grove,
Where, calm and innocent, doth dwell
The lady of my love, my love,
The lady of my love.
Oh! I could muse for ever here,
Unwearied of the scene,
Content to see my love appear
On balcony or green;
A happy solitary wight,
I would not seek to rove,
But feast my eyes, from morn till night,
With visions of my love, my love,
With visions of my love.
The sky above, the earth below,
Are studded each with flowers;
It recks not to what place we go—
We see them at all hours;
For night, that shades the flowers below,
Opes those that shine above,
As sleep, that shuts my present show,
Brings dreams of her I love, I love,
Brings dreams of her I love.