Come, Play Me That Simple Air Again
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Come , play me that simple air again,
I used so to love, in life's young day,
And bring, if thou canst, the dreams that then
Were wakened by that sweet lay,
The tender gloom its strain
Shed o'er the heart and brow,
Grief's shadow without its pain —
Say where, where is it now?
But play me the well-known air once more,
For thoughts of youth still haunt its strain.
Like dreams of some far, fairy shore
We never shall see again.
Sweet air, how every note brings back
Some sunny hope, some day-dream bright,
That, shining o'er life's early track,
Filled even its tears with light.
The new-found life that came
With love's first echoed vow; —
The fear, the bliss, the shame —
Ah — where, where are they now?
But, still the same loved notes prolong,
For sweet 't were thus, to that old lay,
In dreams of youth and love and song,
To breathe life's hour away.
Come , play me that simple air again,
I used so to love, in life's young day,
And bring, if thou canst, the dreams that then
Were wakened by that sweet lay,
The tender gloom its strain
Shed o'er the heart and brow,
Grief's shadow without its pain —
Say where, where is it now?
But play me the well-known air once more,
For thoughts of youth still haunt its strain.
Like dreams of some far, fairy shore
We never shall see again.
Sweet air, how every note brings back
Some sunny hope, some day-dream bright,
That, shining o'er life's early track,
Filled even its tears with light.
The new-found life that came
With love's first echoed vow; —
The fear, the bliss, the shame —
Ah — where, where are they now?
But, still the same loved notes prolong,
For sweet 't were thus, to that old lay,
In dreams of youth and love and song,
To breathe life's hour away.
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