SEPARATION.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 9, 27 February 1892, Page 202

SEPARATION.

Ah, me ! a long, long time my love’s away The world, it is a weary world to-day ; How swiftly, were it granted me, would I Across the land, across the waters fly, As now the clouds go sailing through the sky. Ah, me ! a long, long time my love’s away, The world, it is a gloomy world to day ; Across the grass, across the bending rye The shadows from the clouds go racing by, I pon my heart unmoving shadows lie. Ah, me '. a long, long time my love’s away, The world, it is a lonely world to-day ; How gladly with the swallows would I fly To seek the summer land where lilies lie* Faint in the warm glance from her loving eye. Ah, me a long, long time my love’s away, The world, it is an empty world to-day ; ithin the crowd there is no presence nigh, More closely separation draws the tie By which are bound in one my love and I. Ah, me ! a long, long time my love s away, The world, it is a silent world to-day ; For it s young brood is given the eagle’s cry, My neighbour’s voice is calling home his kye, To love’s fond call there conies back no reply. Ah, me ’. along, long time my love’s away, The world, it is an idle world to-day ; Why should the lyre’s strings be vexed, or why Should quivering lips of a sad singer try To modulate the heart s instinctive cry ?