A Love Symphony 625 MAUREEN O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes, Girl of my choice, Maureen! Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies, Maureen? Like a walking ghost I am, and no words to woo, White rose of the West, Maureen: For it's pale you are, and the fear that's on you is over me too, Maureen! Sure it's one complaint that's on us, asthore, this day, Bride of my dreams, Maureen: The smart of the bee that stung us his honey must cure, they say, Maureen! I'll coax the light to your eyes, and the rose to your face, Mavourneen, my own Maureen! When I feel the warmth of your breast, and your nest is my arm's embrace, Maureen! O where was the King o' the World that day—only me? My one true love, Maureen! And you the Queen with me there, and your throne in my heart, machree, Maureen! John Todhunter [1839 A LOVE SYMPHONY ALONG the garden ways just now The white rose told me of your brow, The lily of your bended head, I went into the wood anon, And heard the wild birds sing, And still began again because You were more sweet. And then I went down to the sea, And heard it murmuring too, Arthur O'Shaughnessy [1844-1881 LOVE ON THE MOUNTAIN My love comes down from the mountain Through the mists of dawn; I look, and the star of the morning My love comes down from the mountain, At dawn, dewy sweet; Did you step from the star to the mountain, O little white feet? O whence came your twining tresses And your shining eyes, But out of the gold of the morning And the blue of the skies? "Loves She Like Me?" The misty mountain is burning And the heart in my breast is burning And lost in desire. I follow you into the valley But no word can I say; To the East or the West I will follow Till the dusk of my day. Thomas Boyd [1867 KATE TEMPLE'S SONG ONLY a touch, and nothing more: Touch of lip, was it? Touch of hand? Either is easy to understand. Earth may be smitten with fire or frost- Never the touch of true love lost. Only a word, was it? Scarce a word! Musical whisper, softly heard, Syllabled nothing-just a breath- 'Twill outlast life and 'twill laugh at death. Love with so little can do so much Only a word, sweet! Only a touch! 627 Mortimer Collins [1827-1876] "LOVES SHE LIKE ME?" O SAY, my fluttering heart, Loves she like me? Throbs it like thee? The spot where first we met, Which I shall ne'er forget, Loves she like me? Soft echoes still repeat I wake my amorous lay While lambkins round me play, On her I think by day, With her in dreams I stray O'er mead and lea. Are all comprised in this, To share her nuptial kiss,— Does absence give her pain? Loves she like me? And does she thus arraign Does she my name repeat? The hour that sees us meet? Loves she like me? Samuel Woodworth [1785-1842] "DARLING, TELL ME YES” ONE little minute more, Maud, "Do I Love Thee?" The burden of my heart, Maud, There's little need to tell; My eyes have told my love, Maud, You've read the tender thought, Maud, I gave you all my heart, Maud, And did you give me yours, Maud? 'Tis sad to starve a love, Maud, So worshipful and true; I know a little cot, Maud, Quite large enough for two; And you will be my wife, Maud? So may you ever bless Through all your sunny life, Maud, The day you answered yes! 629 John Godfrey Saxe [1816-1887] "DO I LOVE THEE?" Do I love thee? Ask the bee As she answers, Yes or No, Do I love thee? Ask the bird |