Riley Love-Lyrics

Riley Love-Lyrics

So were I but a minstrel, deft At weaving, with the trembling strings Of my glad harp, the warp and weft Of rondels such as rapture sings, I'd loop my lyre across my breast, Nor stay me till my knee found rest In midnight banks of bud and flower Beneath my lady's lattice-bower. And there, drenched with the teary dews, I'd woo her with such wondrous art As well might stanch the songs that ooze Out of the mockbird's breaking heart; So light, so tender, and so sweet Should be the words I would repeat, Her casement, on my gradual sight, Would blossom as a lily might. As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. 'Tis a fragrant retrospectionfor the loving thoughts that start Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart; And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine. [Pg 25] Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 16995
Author: Riley, James Whitcomb
Release Date: Nov 4, 2005
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Dyer, W. B. (William Buckingham)