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NEVER AGAIN.
Well, child, you needn't mind about that cow,
She'll feed upon the hill;
And put the ribbons in your curls, my love,
And go and meet young Will.
She'll feed upon the hill;
And put the ribbons in your curls, my love,
And go and meet young Will.
NEVER AGAIN.
I look abroad upon the calm, fair land,
Where Autumn's breath has dropped a wreath of snow,
And where the pine-trees, mute with waiting, stand
To strike their harp-notes when the wind shall blow.
Night drops her grand old silence slowly down,
The lines of air and ocean blend in one;
The gleaming steeples of the distant town
Are lost in mists of twilight soft and dun.
Oh, shall rare joys, and thoughts, and tones, and thrills,
Come to me in this hour of mystic stills,
Never again?
Where Autumn's breath has dropped a wreath of snow,
And where the pine-trees, mute with waiting, stand
To strike their harp-notes when the wind shall blow.
Night drops her grand old silence slowly down,
The lines of air and ocean blend in one;
The gleaming steeples of the distant town
Are lost in mists of twilight soft and dun.
Oh, shall rare joys, and thoughts, and tones, and thrills,
Come to me in this hour of mystic stills,
Never again?
Oh, I remember in the Long Ago
Such nights as this,—sweet almost unto pain!
When all the world was haloed with a glow,
And full content descended like a rain!
The quiet night passed in a mazy dream
Of golden glows and flowers of brilliant dyes!
Such nights as this,—sweet almost unto pain!
When all the world was haloed with a glow,
And full content descended like a rain!
The quiet night passed in a mazy dream
Of golden glows and flowers of brilliant dyes!
