A SONG.
In the ruddy heart of the sunset,Fading and fading still,A planet throbs and smoulders,Over the sapphire hill.A mist steals up from the marshes,Spreading tender and bright;A heron floats from his haunt in the reeds,Through the ruby light.The elm-trees towered with shadowSeem dripping and cool with dew;There’s a sigh in the cedar covert,But never a breeze comes through.A thrush keeps ringing and ringing—Ringing—now he is still,There’s a starry light in a windowOn the dark, dark hill.The home that’s far awayComes stealing back to me,With the calling of the thrushesIn the bonny birch-tree.My eyes are full of tearsFor to-day and yesterday,For the yearning and the yearning,And the heart that’s far away.
In the ruddy heart of the sunset,Fading and fading still,A planet throbs and smoulders,Over the sapphire hill.A mist steals up from the marshes,Spreading tender and bright;A heron floats from his haunt in the reeds,Through the ruby light.The elm-trees towered with shadowSeem dripping and cool with dew;There’s a sigh in the cedar covert,But never a breeze comes through.A thrush keeps ringing and ringing—Ringing—now he is still,There’s a starry light in a windowOn the dark, dark hill.The home that’s far awayComes stealing back to me,With the calling of the thrushesIn the bonny birch-tree.My eyes are full of tearsFor to-day and yesterday,For the yearning and the yearning,And the heart that’s far away.
In the ruddy heart of the sunset,Fading and fading still,A planet throbs and smoulders,Over the sapphire hill.
In the ruddy heart of the sunset,
Fading and fading still,
A planet throbs and smoulders,
Over the sapphire hill.
A mist steals up from the marshes,Spreading tender and bright;A heron floats from his haunt in the reeds,Through the ruby light.
A mist steals up from the marshes,
Spreading tender and bright;
A heron floats from his haunt in the reeds,
Through the ruby light.
The elm-trees towered with shadowSeem dripping and cool with dew;There’s a sigh in the cedar covert,But never a breeze comes through.
The elm-trees towered with shadow
Seem dripping and cool with dew;
There’s a sigh in the cedar covert,
But never a breeze comes through.
A thrush keeps ringing and ringing—Ringing—now he is still,There’s a starry light in a windowOn the dark, dark hill.
A thrush keeps ringing and ringing—
Ringing—now he is still,
There’s a starry light in a window
On the dark, dark hill.
The home that’s far awayComes stealing back to me,With the calling of the thrushesIn the bonny birch-tree.
The home that’s far away
Comes stealing back to me,
With the calling of the thrushes
In the bonny birch-tree.
My eyes are full of tearsFor to-day and yesterday,For the yearning and the yearning,And the heart that’s far away.
My eyes are full of tears
For to-day and yesterday,
For the yearning and the yearning,
And the heart that’s far away.