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jo wyatt - anne bronte - memory كلمات أغنية

brightly the sun of summer shone
green fields and waving woods upon
soft winds wandered by;
above, a sky of purest blue
around, bright flowers of loveliest hue
allured the gazer’s eye

but what were all these charms to me
when one sweet breath of memory
came gently waiting by?
i closed my eyes against the day
and called my willing soul away
from earth, and air, and asky;

that i might simply fancy there
one little flower_a primrose fair
just opening into sight;
as in the days of infancy
an opening primrose seemed to me
a source of strange delight

sweet memory! ever smile on me;
nature’s chief beauties spring from thee;
oh, still thy tribute bring!
still make the golden crocus shine
among the flowers the most divine
the glory of the spring
still in the wallflower’s fragrance dwell;
and hover round the slight bluebell
my childhood’s darling flower
smile on the little daisy still
the b_ttercup’s bright goblet fill
with all thy former power

for ever hang they dreamy spell
round mountain_star and heather_bell
and do not pass away
from sparkling frost, or wreathèd snow
and whisper when the wild winds blow
or rippling waters play

is childhood, then, so all divine?
or, memory, is the glory thine
that haloes thus the past?
not all divine; its pangs of grief
(although, perchance, their stay be brief)
are bitter while they last

nor is the glory all thine own
for on our earliest joys alone
that holy light is cast
with such a ray, no spell of thine
can make our later pleasures shine
though long ago they passed

- jo wyatt

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