by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Laura Lee
Language: English 
Why has thy merry face 
Gone from my side, 
Leaving each cherished place 
Cheerless and void? 

Why has the happy dream, 
Blended with thee, 
Passed like a flitting beam, 
Sweet Laura Lee? 

Far from all pleasure torn, 
Sad and alone, 
How doth my spirit mourn 
While thou art gone! 

How like a desert isle 
Earth seems to me, 
Robbed of thy sunny smile, 
Sweet Laura Lee! 

When will thy winning voice 
Breathe on mine ear? 
When will my heart rejoice, 
Finding thee near? 

When will we roam the plain 
Joyous and free, 
Never to part again, 
Sweet Laura Lee? 

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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