Though he should dance from eve till peep of day—
Nor any drooping flower
Held sacred for thy bower,
Wherever he may sport himself and play,
"To Sorrow,
I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly.
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her,
And so leave her.
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
"Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept—
And so I kept
Brimming the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
"Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side
I sat a weeping: what enamor'd bride,
Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds,
But hides and shrouds
Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side?
"And as I sat, over the light blue hills
There came a noise of revellers: the rills
Into the wide stream came of purple hue—
'Twas Bacchus and his crew!
The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills
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