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Leave me now, love,-leave me now!
Not with sorrow, not with sighs ;
Not with tears, love, in thine eyes ;
And be blest, we dream not how;
Leave me now, love, leave me now!
Dark clouds are shading
The day,—the day;
The key,—the key,
For me,-for me.
Locks of my mother,
So white,-so white,Frowns of my father,
Good night,-good night! From turret and tower
I'm free,-- I'm free, And your rage has no power
O'er me,-o'er me.
Shriller is grieving
The blast,—the blast;
Lo, the waves heaving
At last,—at last!
Should be,--should be;
Ah, me !-ah, me!
Vain is thy chiding,
For hark !—for hark!
The bark,—the bark!
The sea,—the sea
With me,—with me!
We were children together! Oh, brighter than mine
Are the eyes that are looking their love on you now; And nobler than I are the maidens that twine The scarf for your breast, and the wreath for your
brow. Be happy, my brother, wherever you will;
Good speed to your courser, good luck to your bow; But will you not—will you not think of me still,
As you thought of me once,—long ago-long ago ?
II. We were children together! I know you will dream
Of the rock and the valley, the cottage and tree, Of the bird on the brake, of the boat on the stream,
Of the book and the lute, of my roses and me: When Pleasure deceives you, and young Hope
departs, And the pulse of Ambition beats weary and low, My brother—my brother-come back to our hearts;
Let us be what we were,—long ago-long ago!
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
I REMEMBER—I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,-
And the warmth of its July;
There are no signs of care;
What Childhood's pleasures were.
Then the bowers—then the bowers
Were blithe as blithe could be ; And all their radiant flowers
Were coronals for me:
Are gleaming in my hair ;
As Childhood's roses were.
And my songs were idle words ;