George Pope Morris Poems

How sweet the cadence of his lyre!
What melody of words!
They strike a pulse within the heart
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The knell was tolled--the requiem sung,
The solemn burial-service read;
And tributes from the heart and tongue
Were rendered to the dead.
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When Love in myrtle shades reposed,
His bow and darts behind him slung;
As dewey twilight round him closed,
Lisette these numbers sung:
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Look from thy lattice, love--
Listen to me!
The cool, balmy breeze
Is abroad on the sea!
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'Lord of the castle! oh, where goest thou?
Why is the triumph of pride on thy brow?'
'Pilgrim, my bridal awaits me to-day,
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My heart I gave you with my hand,
In brighter days than these,
In that down-trodden father-land
Beyond the distant seas,
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Love thee, dearest?--Hear me.--Never
Will my fond vows be forgot!
May I perish, and for ever,
When, dear maid, I love thee not!
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Thanks for your stanzas, Lucy,
My sister dear in song!
How many pleasant fancies
With these sweet numbers throng,
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When I was in my teens,
I loved dear Margaretta:
I know not what it means,
I can not now forget her!
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One balmy summer night, Mary,
Just as the risen moon
Had thrown aside her fleecy veil,
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