MORNS LIKE THESE WE PARTED
ORNS like these we parted;
Noons like these she rose,
Fluttering first, then firmer,
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it,
And 'twas not for me;
She was mute from transport,
I, from agony!
Till the evening, nearing,
One the shutters drew--
Quick! a sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!
ORNS like these we parted;
Noons like these she rose,
Fluttering first, then firmer,
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it,
And 'twas not for me;
She was mute from transport,
I, from agony!
Till the evening, nearing,
One the shutters drew--
Quick! a sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!