Mary Colborne-Veel: `Resurgam'
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`Resurgam'

19th Century


(Autumn Song)

         Chill breezes moaning are
         Where leaves hang yellow:
         O'er the grey hills afar
         Flies the last swallow;
To come again, my love, to come again
         Blithe with the summer.
But Ah! the long months ere we welcome then
         That bright new comer.

         Cold lie the flowers and dead
         Where leaves are falling.
         Meekly they bowed and sped
         At Autumn's calling.
To come again, my love, to come again
         Blithe with the swallow.
Ah! might I dreaming lie at rest till then,
         Or rise and follow!

         The summer blooms are gone,
         And bright birds darting;
         Cold lies the earth forlorn;
         And we are parting.
To meet again, my love, to meet again
         In deathless greeting,
But ah! what wintry bitterness of pain
         Ere that far meeting!


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