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Harp Of The North, Farewell!Harp Of The North, Farewell!
Harp Of The North, Farewell!
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
In twilight copse the glow - worm lights her spark,
The deer, half - seen, are to the covert wending.
Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending,
And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy;
Thy numbers sweet with nature`s vespers blending,
With distant echo from the fold and lea,
And herd - boy`s evening pipe, and hum of housing bee.
Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp!
Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway,
And little reck I of the censure sharp
May idly cavil at an idle lay.
Much have I owed thy strains on life`s long way,
Through secret woes the world has never known,
When on the weary night dawned wearier day,
And bitterer was the grief devoured alone. -
That I o`erlive such woes, Enchantress! is thine own.
Hark! as my lingering footsteps slow retire,
Some spirit of the Air has waked thy string!
`Tis now a seraph bold, with touch of fire,
`Tis now the brush of Fairy`s frolic wing.
Receding now, the dying numbers ring
Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell;
And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring
A wandering witch - note of the distant spell -
And now, `tis silent all! - Enchantress, fare thee well!
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