Dollie Radford

SHE comes through the meadow yonder,
Her face is turned to the west,
And I divine how her clear eyes shine
With the light of a lasting rest;
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IN the distant woods are blowing
Tender buds and blossoms sweet,
Fragrant leaves and grasses glowing
From the touch of fairy feet.
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The Snow Queen passed our way last night,
Between the darkness and the light,
And flowers from an enchanted star,
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SLEEP, my little dearest one,
I will guard thy sleep,
Safely little nearest one,
I will hold thee deep,
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The ladies bow, and partners set,
And turn around and pirouette
And trip the Lancers.
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WHEN you are lonely, full of care,
Or sad with some new sorrow,
And when your tired fancy hides
The brightness of the morrow,
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I CAME to lay my sorrow in the wood,
It had so heavy grown,
And on my way the little speedwells stood,
And claimed it as their own.
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AH love, the sweet spring blossoms cling
To many a broken wind-tossed bough,
And young birds among branches sing
That mutely hung till now.
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THE little songs that come and go,
In tender measures, to and fro,
Whene'er the day brings you to me,
Keep my heart full of melody.
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MY little dear, so fast asleep,
Whose arms about me cling,
What kisses shall she have to keep,
While she is slumbering?
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BELOW the rocks where the samphire blows,
The pebbled beach in an inlet shows
A quiet cave, where a green fern grows
By the summer sea.
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Love my heart is aching, aching,
While the soft sea-wind is making
Music in the aspens, breaking
Silence in my soul.
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When first I saw your face, love,
I knew my search was done,
You passed my lonely place, love,
The light I sought was won,
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No gardener need go far to find
The Christmas rose,
The fairest of the flowers that mark
The sweet Year’s close:
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Shall I make a song for you,
Children dear,
Not too hard or long for you,
Just as clear
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Through the meadow April comes,
Leaving, as he passes,
Companies of daffodils
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THE clouds have gathered soon to-night,
They hang above the quiet sea,
And through the air a muffled sound
Is borne to me
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THE clouds have gathered soon to-night,
They hang above the quiet sea,
And through the air a muffled sound
Is borne to me
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HERE Autumn, like a flying bird
That through the quivering foliage trills,
Comes swiftly in the night, and stays
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WHEN summer sweetness fills the land,
And summer sunlight floods the sea,
When ships sail by on either hand,
A richly laden argosy;
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