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bird of the summer.
Not so, in the proud day of pomp and of pride,
All courted my favor, all sought the gay bride;
But now, I in sadness am left here to mourn,
And grieve for the joys that can never return.
All courted my favor, all sought the gay bride;
But now, I in sadness am left here to mourn,
And grieve for the joys that can never return.
Then stay, pretty warbler, and sing me a song!
Oh! sing me a requiem for joys that are gone!
Thy beautiful notes, though so plaintive and sad,
Will fall on mine ear, and make my heart glad.
Oh! sing me a requiem for joys that are gone!
Thy beautiful notes, though so plaintive and sad,
Will fall on mine ear, and make my heart glad.
Thou wilt not! thou say est?
Then unhurt fly away.
O'er mountain and stream,—
Thy flight I'll not stay:
Then unhurt fly away.
O'er mountain and stream,—
Thy flight I'll not stay:
But my hopes shall go with thee,
And wish to the last,
Like thee, pretty one,
I could fly from the past.
And wish to the last,
Like thee, pretty one,
I could fly from the past.
