Sadly to Mine Heart Appealing |
Eliza Sheridan Carey, 1858
Sadly to mine heart appealing, Sadly, sadly, well a day Requiem like in murmurs stealing Comes that old familary lay Wherefore not the wonted pleasure From the antique music spring? Why that well remembered measure Grieving thoughts and anguish bring? Refrain: |: Sadly, sadly, well a day, :| Requiem like in murmurs stealing Comes that old familary lay.
2. Forms departed rise before me, |
3. Like the winds in the autumn sighing Through the trembling alder tree Or far surges' echo dying Soft and low those voices flee; And, as hues in twilight fading, Swift those gentle forms decay; Vainly, vainly, hope upbraiding, Bids them pass not all away. Refrain:
4. Ghostlike thus they wane before me, |