HOW sweet is the breath of the morn,
And the flowers all spangled with dew;
But I’m a poor wanderer forlorn,
And I sigh whilst these beauties I view.
Ah me! when I think on the day,
E’er sorrow invaded my breast;
I was joyous as lambkins at play,
And by all my companions carest.
But love and misfortune combine,
To rob my poor heart of repose:
For ever I’m doom’d to repine,
And time cannot alter my woes.
For Silvia, so beauteous and fair,
For another has flown from my arms;
She has left me to grief and despair,
And a rival enjoys all her charms.
My lute shall be set to sad strains;
But to music in vain do I fly,
For bound in affection’s strong chains,
Forsaken, I droop, and I die.
(Caroline Maxwell)
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