I LOVE to sit on the grassy banks
Of the dancing, dashing river,
And see its waters onward speed,
And its wrinkled eddies quiver.
I love to think that ages hence,
When I have gone forever,
Still other eyes will with delight
Behold the rushing river.
THEN AND NOW.THE lilacs by the garden gate
Swing in the sweet wind dreamily;
But one comes late,
Who earlier came to me
In olden time and otherwhere.
O dreamer by the unquiet sea
That drives across the sands of fate,
One dreams of thee -
Who early comes or late,
In some new time, than old more fair.
QUERIES.WHERE rideth late through wood and wold
Yon knight so young and gay?
The wind is cold, and robbers bold
Beset the stormy way.
Whose horn resounds beyond the wall
In night thus wild and late?
And why do all return the call
And ope the massive gate?
Why doth the baron's darling child
Wear such a blushing hue?
Why doth she cry, with downcast eye,
"Thank God! he 's true! he 's true!"
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