And doometh well
What man concealeth;—
Farewell! Farewell!
Farewell, ye bowers,
Ye limpid streams,
Where ’mid spring flowers,
Youth wandered in dreams.
Ye friends of childhood
Who loved me well,—
Till death remembered,—
And doometh well
What man concealeth;—
Farewell! Farewell!
Farewell, ye bowers,
Ye limpid streams,
Where ’mid spring flowers,
Youth wandered in dreams.
Ye friends of childhood
Who loved me well,—
Till death remembered,—