At one word’s trumpet summons
They came again to me –
The hopes I had forgotten
Came back again to me.
I know not which to credit,
O lady of my heart!
Your eyes that bade me linger,
Your words that bade us part –
I know not which to credit,
My reason or my heart.
But be my hopes rewarded,
Or be they but in vain,
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have gathered in the grain –
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have not lived in vain.
Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level landCall him with lighted lamp in the eventide.Thick as the stars at night when the moon is down,Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fateFares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,Cries but a wayside word to her…
Cocked his shining eye and said:‘Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy-head!’
And tell the other girls and boysNot to meddle with my toys.
After long sailing in deep seas,To quiet havens in June ease.Thy voice sings like an inland birdFirst by the seaworn sailor heard;And like road sheltered from life’s seaThine honest heart is unto me.
Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests and my cattle. Her,When even puts the birds astirAnd day has set in the great woods,We seek, among her garden roods,With bells and cries in vain: the whileLamps, plate, and the decanter smileOn the forgotten board. But she,Deaf, blind, and prone…
For every night at teatime and before you take your seat,With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,And my papa’s a banker and as rich as he can be;But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I’m to do,O Leerie,…
