As I was strolling down a woodland way, I met fair Spring, a garland on her arm; She stood a moment gazing in dismay, Then turned and fled away in swift alarm. And as I strove to follow her swift flight Along the way that I had seen her pass, No trace of her remained to meet my sight Save three wild violets among the grass.
As I was strolling down a woodland way, I met fair Spring, a garland on her arm; She stood a moment gazing in dismay, Then turned and fled away in swift alarm. And as I strove to follow her swift flight Along the way that I had seen her pass, No trace of her remained to meet my sight...
Upon my mantel-piece they stand, While all its length between them lies; He throws a kiss with graceful hand, She glances back with bashful eyes. The china Shepherdess is fair, The Shepherd’s face denotes a heart Burning with ardor and despair. Alas, they stand so far apart! And yet,...
Down from a sunken doorstep to the road, Through a warm garden full of old-time flowers, Stretches a pathway, where the wrinkled toad Sits lost in sunlight through long summer hours. Ah, little dream the passers in the street That there, a few yards from the old house door, Just where the...
