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Show A SPRING MEMORY. Oh, it was in the pleasant spring weather. When daffodils shone on the lea; A new bloom was bright on the heather, And spring winds blew in from the sea; A blackbird sweet music was making Below in the blossoming dell, And nature to gladness was waking That day when we met at the well. Oh, your eyes were like Avon's brown water When shaded by summer clad trees. Our voice like the blackbirds in Oughter, Your step was as free as the breeze; And I with my brimming pail lingered To while the sweet moments away, Till evening came in dewy fingered And closed the dead eyelids of day. We talked of the news and the weather, And chatted of things round about ; How bright was the bloom of the heather, How bravely the young leaves hung out; And then in a whisper you told me The story that ever is new, And I with the stars to behold me, , Repeated that love tale to you. Alas for the days that are over! Alas for the springs that are dead ! Alas for the dusky-eyed lover That lies with the mould at his head! And though a March wind there is blowing- And daffodils Bhine.on the lea, . An. ocean is foaming and flowing Between my far country and me I - But in the dim palace of dreaming My fancy sees visions by night Of dewy eyes, dusky and gleaming Like Avon's waves checkered by light; And sun like in rain-darkened weather This picture arises to me ; A youth and a maiden together 1 .Wien spring; wiada fcjew in i row Hh& sbs f : . ' 'I ' ! ' I' . 1 "' ' |