Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Song

(From the Italian of Guarini)



When the leaves are falling, Dearest,
    And you seek the quiet mound
Where I slumber, you will find it
    With a wealth of blossoms crowned.

Gather, then, for thy bright tresses

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    Those that from my heart have sprung;
They’re the love-thoughts that I spoke not,
    And the songs I left unsung. [Page 123]