MARRIAGE SONG.BY AUBREY DE VERE.Love begins upon the heights,As on tree-tops, in the spring,April with green foot alightsWhile the birds are carolling:Aye, but April ends with May:Love must have the marriage-day!II.Love begins upon the heights,As o’er snowy summits sailFirst the dewy matin lightsDestined soon to reach the vale:Love-touched maidens must not grieveThat morn of love hath noon and eve!III.Love begins with Fancy first,Proud young Love the earth disdainsBut his cold streams, mountain-nursed,Warm them in the fruitful plainsEre the marriage-day be sped:—Peal the bells! The bride is wed!
MARRIAGE SONG.BY AUBREY DE VERE.Love begins upon the heights,As on tree-tops, in the spring,April with green foot alightsWhile the birds are carolling:Aye, but April ends with May:Love must have the marriage-day!II.Love begins upon the heights,As o’er snowy summits sailFirst the dewy matin lightsDestined soon to reach the vale:Love-touched maidens must not grieveThat morn of love hath noon and eve!III.Love begins with Fancy first,Proud young Love the earth disdainsBut his cold streams, mountain-nursed,Warm them in the fruitful plainsEre the marriage-day be sped:—Peal the bells! The bride is wed!
BY AUBREY DE VERE.
Love begins upon the heights,As on tree-tops, in the spring,April with green foot alightsWhile the birds are carolling:Aye, but April ends with May:Love must have the marriage-day!II.Love begins upon the heights,As o’er snowy summits sailFirst the dewy matin lightsDestined soon to reach the vale:Love-touched maidens must not grieveThat morn of love hath noon and eve!III.Love begins with Fancy first,Proud young Love the earth disdainsBut his cold streams, mountain-nursed,Warm them in the fruitful plainsEre the marriage-day be sped:—Peal the bells! The bride is wed!
Love begins upon the heights,As on tree-tops, in the spring,
April with green foot alightsWhile the birds are carolling:
Aye, but April ends with May:Love must have the marriage-day!
II.
Love begins upon the heights,As o’er snowy summits sail
First the dewy matin lightsDestined soon to reach the vale:
Love-touched maidens must not grieveThat morn of love hath noon and eve!
III.
Love begins with Fancy first,Proud young Love the earth disdains
But his cold streams, mountain-nursed,Warm them in the fruitful plains
Ere the marriage-day be sped:—Peal the bells! The bride is wed!