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A SPRING LOVE-SONG.
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A SPRING LOVE-SONG.
HE earth is waking at the voice of May, The new grass brightens by the trodden way,
The woods wave welcome to the sweet spring day,
And the sea is growing summer blue;
But fairer, sweeter than the smiling sky,
Or bashful violet with tender eye,
Is she whose love for me will never die,—
I love you, darling, only you!
O, friendships falter when misfortunes frown,
The blossoms vanish when the leaves turn brown,
The shells lie stranded when the tide goes down,
But you, dear heart, are ever true.
The grass grows greenest when the rain-drops fall,
The vine clasps closest to the crumbling wall,—
So love blooms sweetest under sorrow's thrall,—
I love you, darling, only you!
The blossoms vanish when the leaves turn brown,
The shells lie stranded when the tide goes down,
But you, dear heart, are ever true.
The grass grows greenest when the rain-drops fall,
The vine clasps closest to the crumbling wall,—
So love blooms sweetest under sorrow's thrall,—
I love you, darling, only you!
The early robin may forget to sing,
The loving mosses may refuse to cling,
The loving mosses may refuse to cling,
