But from my heart was springing Now I sing, love-now I sing, love, But it's not so glad a thing, love, As Childhood's ballads were! IV. I was merry-I was merry Or a new-invented game; Now I've you, love-now I've you, love, But you know you're not so true, love, As Childhood's lovers were! (JUNE, 1833.) SHADOWS OF SADNESS. I. SHADOWS of sadness Come o'er thy young bride; They cloud all her gladness, They calm all her pride; A bright home I leave, love; From dear friends I fly; In bliss I must grieve, love; In bliss let me sigh! II. On the green bowers That echoed my song, On all the glad flowers III. There my gay brother Less joyous is grown; And there my fond mother Beneath a fair sky, They'll sigh for me still, love; IV. Though I forget not The name I bear now, And though I regret not Most dear as thou art, love, To-day let me sigh! (DECEMBER 16, 1836.) |