MY LOVE.
My Love! how much I miss her
No heart but hers can know,
Earth seems like some strange planet
Since she was called to go.
No heart but hers can know,
Earth seems like some strange planet
Since she was called to go.
It was here that last we parted,
The fields were all in bloom,
The daisies were so many
They seemed to scarce have room.
The fields were all in bloom,
The daisies were so many
They seemed to scarce have room.
The orchards I remember
Were gay beneath their load,
They now stand bare and desolate
Beside the frosty road.
Were gay beneath their load,
They now stand bare and desolate
Beside the frosty road.
The oak by which we lingered
On those fair Summer eves,
Is now bent low with crystals
Instead of glossy leaves.
On those fair Summer eves,
Is now bent low with crystals
Instead of glossy leaves.
The little brook that rippled
And sung by yonder hill,
Lies now in ice-bound silence,
Its banks all bleak and still.
And sung by yonder hill,
Lies now in ice-bound silence,
Its banks all bleak and still.
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