Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left their solitude!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories