And cloudless sets the sun at even;
When twilight dews are falling fast,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven.
Oh, ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Beneath yon ivy-mantled tower,
They lingered in the forest shade.
My love is like the red, red rose;
He bought a ring with posy true;
Deep terror then my vitals froze;