...like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...delight:— 44 Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering through the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall." In the love song of the garden, too, the lyric harmony and glowing joyousness are truly refreshing...

...thro' the laurels At the quiet eveniall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial haJL 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of...chamber or the street, As she looks among the blest, Should I fear to greet my friend Or to say " forgive the wrong," Or to ask her, " take me, sweet, To...

...like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...DAY. " Where I was wont to meet her, My true love to my cnil, Came glimmering through the laurels nt quiet even-fall, In the garden, by the turrets of the old manorial hall." IT was at church, one summer morn, my good, my dear old wife, That first I saw the face that made the...

...DAY. " Where I was wont to meet her, My true love to my callf Came glimmering through the laurels at quiet even-fall, In the garden, by the turrets of the old manorial hall." IT was at church, one summer morn, my good, my dear old wife, That first I saw the face that made the...

...like shame, 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets...chamber or the street, As she looks among the blest, Should I fear to greet my friend Or to say " forgive the wrong," Or to ask her, " take me, sweet, To...

...of sympathy, we wish this boon might be granted one for whom earth has nothing more of promise : " Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of...chamber or the street, As she looks among the blest, Should I fear to greet my friend Or to say, ' forgive the wrong,' Or to ask her, ' take me, sweet,...

...like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...