IRVING, Maud

Wildwood Flower

I'll twine 'mid the ringlets of my raven black hair

The lilies so pale and the roses so fair

The myrtle so bright with an emeral hue

And the pale aronatus with eyes of bright blue.

I'll sing and I'll dance, my laugh shall be gay

I'll cease this wild weeping, drive sorrow away.

Tho' my heart is now breaking, he never shall know

That his name made me tremble and my pale cheeks to glow.

I'll think of him never, I'll be wildly gay

I'll charm ev'ry heart, and the crowd I will sway.

I'll live yet to see him regret the dark hour

When he won, then neglected, the frail wildwood flower.

He told me he loved me, and promis'd to love

Trough ill and misfortune, all others above

Another has won him; ah, misery to tell

He left me in silence, no word of farewell.

He taught me to love him, he call'd me his flower

That blossom'd for him all the brighter each hour

But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay

My visions of love have all faded away.