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TOO LATE.
A little bird sings above my bed,
And I know if I could but lift my head
I would see the sun set, round and grand,
Upon level sea and level sand,
While beyond the misty distance gray
Is "Over the hills and far away."
And I know if I could but lift my head
I would see the sun set, round and grand,
Upon level sea and level sand,
While beyond the misty distance gray
Is "Over the hills and far away."
I think that a little bird will sing
Over a grassy mound, next spring,
Where something that once was me, ye 'll leave
In the level sunshine, morn and eve:
But I shall be gone, past night, past day,
Over the hills and far away.
Over a grassy mound, next spring,
Where something that once was me, ye 'll leave
In the level sunshine, morn and eve:
But I shall be gone, past night, past day,
Over the hills and far away.
TOO LATE.
"Douglas, Douglas, tendir and treu."
OULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew,
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
Never a scornful word should grieve ye,
I 'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do;—
I 'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do;—
