the flower and brook.
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THE FLOWER AND BROOK
The brook tripp'd by, with blossom and sigh,
And soft in music-murmurs sung,
While all the flowers that blossom'd nigh,
Were hush'd to hear that silver tongue.
And soft in music-murmurs sung,
While all the flowers that blossom'd nigh,
Were hush'd to hear that silver tongue.
"Ah, virgin violet!" breathed the brook,
"Whose blue eye shuns the light, the air,
I love you! in this true heart look,
And see—your own sweet image there!"
"Whose blue eye shuns the light, the air,
I love you! in this true heart look,
And see—your own sweet image there!"
The bashful violet bent her brow,
But as she gazed, she sigh'd in sorrow,
"Oh! faithless heart—oh! idle vow!
Beloved to-day,—betray'd to-morrow!
But as she gazed, she sigh'd in sorrow,
"Oh! faithless heart—oh! idle vow!
Beloved to-day,—betray'd to-morrow!
"What see I, in that heart of thine?
There's not a flower that blooms above thee,
But there its image glows like mine,
Yet,—false and light! you say you love me!
There's not a flower that blooms above thee,
But there its image glows like mine,
Yet,—false and light! you say you love me!
