Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? “An Autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully.… Tell me, what is the present hour?
Me thinks this heart should rest a… So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting sm… Nor mirth nor music wakes my Hall… I have sat lonely all the day
In summer’s mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing;
Come, walk with me, There’s only thee To bless my spirit now — We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow;
How beautiful the Earth is still To thee–how full of Happiness; How little fraught with real ill Or shadowy phantoms of distress; How Spring can bring thee glory y…
I do not weep; I would not weep; Our mother needs no tears: Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to… This causeless grief for years. What though her brow be changed an…
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanishe… What feelings, in thy breast? “The vanished day? It leaves a se…
Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,
Heavy hangs the raindrop From the burdened spray; Heavy broods the damp mist On uplands far away; Heavy looms the dull sky,
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its store of silent sorrow. O, I’m gone back to the days of y…
In the earth—the earth—thou shalt… A grey stone standing over thee; Black mould beneath thee spread, And black mould to cover thee. ‘Well—there is rest there,
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage—time of May With her young lover, June. From her mother’s heart, seemed lo…
O thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow; O thy sweet tongue must plead for… And tell why I have chosen thee!
She dried her tears and they did s… To see her cheeks’ returning glow How little dreaming all the while That full heart throbbed to overfl… With that sweet look and lively to…
Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer’s forests green; And what a gush of song is given To welcome in that light serene. A fresh wind waves the clustering…