...slumber's, honey -dew oppress'd, Midst the dim folded leaves at set of sun ; Lift up your hearts 1 though, yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breaete th' untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye tread. And o'er your sleep bright shadows,...

...yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer heaven of those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breast the untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye...those flute-like voices, mingling low. Is woman's tenderness.— how soon her wo ! Her lot is on you,— silent tears to weep. And patient smiles to...

...no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes ; Though fresh within your breasts the untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye...youth, be spread ; Yet in those flute-like voices, miugling low, Is woman's tenderness, — how soon her woe. Her lot is on you, — silent tears to weep,...

...folded leaves, at set of sun; Lift up your hearts! tho' yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer- heaven of those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breasts...untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye tread, 20 And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread; Yet...

...slumber's honey-dew opprest, 'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun — Lift up your hearts! though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes. first published in The Forget Me Noi (1826), a literary annual; text from first bookform publication...

...answers through her misty shroud Back to the joyous Alps who call to her aloud!" But listen again ! — "Though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her wo ! " It is no common instrument which has such compass ! In speaking...