Eos: An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems

By Nicholas Flood Davin


 

A SONG.


 

  April, September,
    December, July,
This year’s love who’ll remember,
    When next year’s sun is high?
But some hearts don’t falter

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      As passing suns set,
And tho’ thou’lt surely alter
    I’ll cling to thee yet.
O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can’t forget.
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My vow I have broken
    This heart thus let free,
And the passion outspoken
    I cherish for thee.
Ah! my years may grow dreary

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      And darker than jet,
And this soul still more weary
    But I’ll think of thee yet,

O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can’t forget. [Page 82]
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The courage is shaken
    That bowed to no blast,
And time has o’ertaken
    My spirit at last.
But autumn may mellow,
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      The branch become sere,
The winter winds bellow
    But thou’lt still be dear.
O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can’t forget. [Page 83]
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