Why do I hate that lone green dell?
Why do I hate that lone green dell?
Buried in moors and mountains wild,
That is a spot I had loved too well
Had I but seen it when a child.
There are bones whitening there in the summer's heat,
But it is not for that, and none can tell;
None but one can the secret repeat
Why I hate that lone green dell.
Noble foe, I pardon thee
All thy cold and scornful pride,
For thou wast a priceless friend to me
When my sad heart had none beside.
And, leaning on thy generous arm,
A breath of old times over me came;
The earth shone round with a long-lost charm;
Alas, I forgot I was not the same.
Before a day—an hour—passed by,
My spirit knew itself once more;
I saw the gilded vapours fly
And leave me as I was before.
Buried in moors and mountains wild,
That is a spot I had loved too well
Had I but seen it when a child.
There are bones whitening there in the summer's heat,
But it is not for that, and none can tell;
None but one can the secret repeat
Why I hate that lone green dell.
Noble foe, I pardon thee
All thy cold and scornful pride,
For thou wast a priceless friend to me
When my sad heart had none beside.
And, leaning on thy generous arm,
A breath of old times over me came;
The earth shone round with a long-lost charm;
Alas, I forgot I was not the same.
Before a day—an hour—passed by,
My spirit knew itself once more;
I saw the gilded vapours fly
And leave me as I was before.
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