Poems (Bradford)/In arcady

by Bernice Margaret Bradford

IN ARCADY.

Once I dwelt in Arcady;
All the land was fair to see;
Blue-eyed maid lived there with me,
In the land of Arcady.

O the land of Arcady!
Nevermore I shall it see!
Half my heart lies there with thee,
Fairest maid in Arcady.

Arcady was passing fair;
Birds sang gaily through the air;
Orchard blossoms like the sea.
In the land of Arcady.

O, thou land of Arcady,
Nevermore I'll look on thee!
All my heart lies there in thee.
With the maid of Arcady.