Heartsease. From The Play Of The Same Title

by Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke

Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke

Your deep sweet eyes have thrilled me,
Beside the mountain streams,
Your mellow voice has filled me
With happy, sunlit dreams.
What matter how the words ran,
Their melody divine
Is singing to my longing,
"My darling shall be mine."
The maple's trembling shadows
Are dappling o'er the glade,
The harebells in the meadows
Their fairy chimes have played,
Music tjjr Manuel Klein,
What care we how they rustled.
What matter rain or shine,
So all the birds are singing
"My darling shall be mine."
From out the woodland roaming,
Our path winds gently down.
Before us in the gloaming,
We see the crowded town.
What care we for its moiling,
Its fortunes fair or fine,
So lips and souls are saying,
"My darling shall be mine."





Last updated June 03, 2017