Poems (Baldwyn)/Verses addressed to Emily Gray
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VERSES ADDRESSED TO EMILY GRAY.
Farewell, beloved friend! When spring's first flow'rs
Are breathing perfume to the passing air,
When warmer suns make bright the summer hours,
No more may I with you their sweetness share.
Are breathing perfume to the passing air,
When warmer suns make bright the summer hours,
No more may I with you their sweetness share.
I go where fruitful hills in beauty rise,
Around whose feet the coolest streamlets flow;
Where transient showers only veil the skies;
The dearest spot to me on earth below.
Around whose feet the coolest streamlets flow;
Where transient showers only veil the skies;
The dearest spot to me on earth below.
And can I wander from my childhood's home,
And yet not know a feeling of regret?
Ah, never, never! still, where'er I roam,
My constant heart will never quite forget.
And yet not know a feeling of regret?
Ah, never, never! still, where'er I roam,
My constant heart will never quite forget.
I go to dwell 'midst scenes of beauty, where
I oft sweet days of happiness have known;
Yet though they be so loved, so bright, and fair,
Yet never will I e'er forget mine own.
I oft sweet days of happiness have known;
Yet though they be so loved, so bright, and fair,
Yet never will I e'er forget mine own.
Nor thee, dear friend, whose friendship ere shall be
In mem'ry treasur'd; it stands alone
In all its pure and sweet sincerity,
A happy gleam upon the sad one thrown.
In mem'ry treasur'd; it stands alone
In all its pure and sweet sincerity,
A happy gleam upon the sad one thrown.
Wilt thou not think of me in those sweet hours
Which in past days we each of us lov'd well.
In days of gladness, and in sorrow's showers,
I will remember thee: farewell, farewell!
Which in past days we each of us lov'd well.
In days of gladness, and in sorrow's showers,
I will remember thee: farewell, farewell!
1843.